SOME DAY, I'LL GET. AND BE LIKE A FISH IN WATER.

I tried it, and honestly, i don't get what the fuss is about.
Buying clothes is a necessity, and if i don't buy clothes when i'm in paris, and when they have sales at -50%, when am i going to do it?
So, i braced myself after classes on friday and went shopping.
That disoriented feeling -'okay i'm inside a store, what the hell am i supposed to do now?'- hit me straight away. Everybody does it, i know, but i am incapable of shaking off that uncomfortable, out-of-place feeling. And man, those sales, are a zoo; in Zara all the clothes were on the floor and there were people everywhere, like piranas.
Number one confusion-factor is definitely looking around and wondering if your looking at men's or women's clothes, accompanied by that creeping and embarassing fear that you might be in the wrong section, and everybody is thinking, why is that creep in the women's section (even if it's pink, you can't be sure).
- what's my size?
- is this item bizarre or not?
- can i leave the clothes in the fitting booth, or what am i supposed to do with them?
- collar shirts; with all the pins and the wrapping and the paper, can i try them on?
- jeans; from girls, i gather the idea is that your ass is supposed to look good - but how the hell do i know what that is? ( --> shop with a girl)

Well, after four confusing hours of shopping i got some stuff bought - enough not to have to go back (do it all at once..). My conclusion is that they should pay you for shopping and not vice versa. What in it passionates people escapes me.

PS. shopping tip: don't bring your books, jacket and laptop with you. you don't really need them.