While by definition grocery stores rarely “loom” (after all, “Let’s go
Krogering” was not meant as a threat), toss in a nifty panic disorder into your
brain and a cotton-ball takes on a sinister air.
These are the days of utter embarrassment. Mentally cowering at the
thought of the potato chip aisle would be laughable if it wasn’t just so darn
sad.
While I am miles and miles better than I used to be (medication will do
that to you), I am still so far from normal that it sucks. I feel like a hermit
being forced to come down off his mountain for supplies, while the whole produce
section gawks at me, wondering if I’m that yeti they’ve heard tales about…
*slaps self in face, leaving a
nice mark for the canned fruit aisle to whisper about*
Ok.
Enough of the complaining.
Time to get my crap together and go get peanut butter.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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