Who do you think you are?

You stroll around the shops. So many beautiful things. That dress would be perfect for a night out with the girls. Those pants would drive your boyfriend crazy with the way they make your ass look. That shirt would be perfect for a lazy day in the sun. And so it continues. You find something that makes you feel like you're in love. The serious kind of love. You take in with you to the fitting room, with hopes of an "happily ever after". This is going to make you look fabulous! You try it on. And you turn to the mirrors to look at this brand new piece of art that you've become, just by wearing this. But when you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror, all you see is someone far too familiar. So familiar that it's not even interesting. And it makes you wonder why you ever bothered. What were you thinking?

So yes, what do we think? What do we hope for, with all this endless and pointless shopping? Are we confused over what happiness is, and how to get it? Or is it shallower than that? Is it all because we think that we need it, that it is going to change something? Then, what are we hoping for? Or are we just doing it for no reason at all.