My first experience at a Target took place roughly a year ago —  and to be honest with you, I felt like most of my friends do when they walk into a Forever 21: completely overwhelmed.

I hated it.

I didn’t know where to start, and I swore to myself on that day that I would not become one of those basic girls that is obsessed with Target.

Fast forward a year later, I have let myself down and have now become in love with Target.

I went to Target the other day solely to window shop for house decorations and furniture, but then left with $65 missing from my bank account and a few house decorations in my back seat.

Again, I let myself down and didn’t follow my vow I made to myself.

I think Target puts this secret potion in their store air or something, because every time I vow to myself that I’m only looking and not buying anything, I walk away from the doors with a bag (sometimes multiple bags) in my hand and money missing from my wallet.

Whatever that cursed-air potion is, they’re doing it right, because it works every time.

If you’re a superhuman and immune to their air and don’t buy anything at Target when you tell yourself you’re not going to, then you truly deserve an award. Or a raise.

But on the other hand, if you’re anything like me and you breathe in their poisoned air, then you’re screwed.

So if you’re ballin’ on a budget (like myself), I beg you: Stay away from Target.

You’ll end up walking out with a really cute plant and a really cute basket, which is nice, but you’ll also walk out with money missing from your debit card.

And that’s not nice.

Target is dangerous.

Stay away.

Natalee Reynolds is a sophomore English and creative writing major. She can be reached at 581-2812 or at [email protected].