Please forgive me for not speaking to you. I did not realize it was *you* until I got home. It’s not you, it’s me I promise.
When I go into that store, the vastness overwhelms me. It is all *too much*. Too many people, too many items, too much background noise. Overstimulation central, and as much as I despise their business practices and altogether too-muchness, I am economically bound to shop there.
I become, in short, a zombie. Dedicated to accomplishing the task at hand, moving with mindless shuffling grasping clawing single-mindedness. Get in, fill my cart, get out. Try not to wince when I see the total.
Still friends, kissykisses,
mE