I was like most of you guys, I used to hate it with a fiery passion.
Nowadays, however, I don't mind it at all. I just view it the same as buying groceries. It's something you have to do, albeit not quite as frequently as buying groceries.
I like picking my own clothes after years of having my mother pick them for me (because I honestly couldn't be bothered). Just yesterday, I bought six new t-shirts in all colours of the rainbow (no really, all colours of the visible light spectrum, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet [I already bought a red one recently]), and I had a ball picking them. I didn't take quite as long as most people who shop for clothes, but I was a pleased customer. And now at least I get to look a bit sunny in summer, with all these bright colours.
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