I found myself in a situation yesterday where I was
forced to go into a large store. Obviously, 'twas need
and circumstances, not someone at the other end of
unfriendly persuasion. I'm trying to think back . . .
did I ever like to shop? I think I most probably did.
Especially in Mexico with its open-air markets, small
shops and interesting vendors. But, I find myself simply
overwhelmed with claustrophobia in the grandiose stores
of today. I understand that we sometimes need them,
the one-a-month grocery buy, bits and pieces for this
project or that. But, per se, I find them difficult to frequent.
One feels all this energy in full surround sound. The sobs
and cries of unhappy children, young women in a rust to
purchase and be off, families counting out their shekels
to see if they have enough to pay for what they need to
buy, and those in that boring game of buy today only to
return on the morrow. There are times when I find myself
weeping inexplicably, which then worries everyone around
me. I just found out that there are a couple of companies
that deliver . . . I may have to avail myself of that service.
why are you weeping
do you have enough money
get me out of here
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