Strange attitudes in my family...
Looking back on my childhood, I've realized some very peculiar things about my family. For example, we would never return anything except maybe blue jeans. Mom bought me bras that were too small? Oh well, you'll just have to wear them. Bought the wrong food item at the grocery store? Eat it anyway. Oh, this you're allergic to this antibiotic? Too bad, take it anyway and hope you don't die.
I don't understand why returning unsatisfactory items to the store was such a taboo. To this day, I still get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I do it--probably some weird childhood issues resurfacing. But you know what? I do return things without hesitation if I don't need them or they're not right. Is it silly that I am proud of this?
I don't understand why returning unsatisfactory items to the store was such a taboo. To this day, I still get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I do it--probably some weird childhood issues resurfacing. But you know what? I do return things without hesitation if I don't need them or they're not right. Is it silly that I am proud of this?