Why is it that when there is a long weekend and stores are closed for one day, people go shopping like it is the fucking apocalypse??
All i wanted was my regular weekly shop and there are people buying 4 oil drum sized cans of coffee and 6 super mega packs of toilet paper.
The check out lines snaked around the front of the store like some kind of...well...snake. the other customers glaring at me because i am taking too long to bag my groceries and im thinking if you say something to me i will fucking stab you.
The parking lot. Omg the parking lot. I am pulling out, carefully, as there are people walking fucking everywhere. Dude that owns the car next to me decides he is going to walk between the cars and get in. So i stop because if i dont i will take his fucking door off. Then he starts backing out. I am like dude i am trying to fuckibg drive here. What a god damn asshole.
This was possibly the worst thing someone with raging anxiety could have done this morning.
Rambling thoughts from the brain of fibro fog, anxiety, depression and chronic pain.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
I lost my soul at superstore
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