It’s Black Friday. All over the country, people have been camped outside of big box stores, or getting up at the crack of dawn.

Traffic jams are all around malls, and people are racing through the aisles of stores, looking for bargains.

Not me.

I do not have the shopping gene.

If you asked me my top ten least favorite things to do, shopping would be up there.

I shop rarely, and tactically. I have a goal, I go straight in to get it, and I leave.

None of this lingering around, looking at things, browsing the end caps.

Even at the grocery store, my eyes rarely leave my list. I know where everything is, and I get it and go.

Part of this is due, I’m sure, to my introvert nature. Less people, less chance I’ll have to talk to someone. I’m uncomfortable talking to strangers. Small talk in line gives me hives.

I’ll admit most of my non-grocery goods are bought off the internet. It is what works best for me.

I’ve never gone shopping on Black Friday- and that’s just fine with me.