Just a Casual Thursday at Target

It’s me, your BFF Alissa casually walking up and down the Target aisles, alone, listening to her favorite true-crime podcast. I’m overdressed, more than usual, but not enough that you question it since you know me. I walk up and down the brightly-lit aisles that are full of items I do not need, but I will convince myself after passing by 20 times, I DO need that. Although we walk into Target from all walks of life, we all walk out the same, broke.

Also let’s address this upfront. Yes, I do wear this to shop at Target by the way. I have no shame in my game and I fully believe in owning my extra. I think that one of the most important things about being confident in who you are is owning that extra that makes you, you. More on what I’ve learned about owning your extra coming up soon, I promise. So the next time you think you’re extra, remember that I was posing, on a Thursday, in the middle of Target like this for a photo.

I know that there is a science to how Target is laid out that makes me spend more money. However, I’m fine with that. There are very few places in which I can get my favorite sweet/spicy yogurt, overpay for a photo frame but also find time to purchase a polka dot dress and gingham top. Since I’ve been traveling a lot, I’ve actually managed to stay AWAY from Target for quite some time. But, I always come back.

Also I think that friendships become stronger and it’s a real sign you are in a truly committed relationship when you can look at someone and say, “Honestly all I want to do is just go to Target and then go to bed.” Ahhhh. The best. Hold those people close to you. Write down on a calendar the first romantic date that you spend walking up and down the aisles on a Saturday night.

There was a time this past Christmas that Target was out of my Vanilla Coke Zero. The boyfriend lovingly went to every Target and grocery in town. I called to complain about the “outage.” We don’t have alcohol at our Christmas events, so a girl needs what she can get when on overload. It went so far as I called Target corporate and Coke corporate. We found one package. I savored every can. Yes, I am aware this is terrible for me but it’s like my coffee so let me die in peace. This was the only time that Target or Coke has let me down. Let me tell you though, it was bad. No one deserved a life that I thought I was facing without my staple drink.

So here’s to Target the thousand’s of dollars I would probably have at this point and time if I didn’t shop there. I have no regrets, you’ve been there for me in the good and bad. I hope all my money is in a bigger and better place with you. Thank you for deepening my friendships and showing me that romance is planning your house out with someone in sweats walking up and down aisles.

P.S. Please never be out of Vanilla Coke Zero again. I don’t like who I was during that time.