I hate shopping.
And I’m not talking about Christmas shopping. I mean 365 days a year.
I hear the stories all the time about all the moms who love their trips to Target and my eye starts to twitch a little (okay, a lot).
I hate the crowds, I hate knowing that whatever I buy will likely go on sale the minute after I buy it and I hate knowing that whatever I buy will be outgrown, obsolete, forgotten about in a matter of weeks.
So when I hear about people waking up at 5am on Black Friday to do the most extreme version of the thing that I do my best to avoid at 2pm on a Tuesday in April, you would assume that I would think those people are crazy, but I don’t.