Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Matchy Matchy Matchy
I've been struggling with a serious case of lethargy lately. I'm hoping that it's just due to lack of sleep. Life certainly doesn't seem to be helping. I think I had the most depressing cashier at the grocery store yesterday. About halfway through my groceries, he started a monologue:
"Sometimes, I think I must just be a machine. After all, machines do the same thing over and over and over again. There's no point in living if you're just a machine. No point at all. Might as well just be done with it. But you seem to see me, and are reacting to what I said, so I mustn't be a machine, so I guess life is ok after all. That's good, I don't want to be a machine today. But there's always tomorrow. Always tomorrow".
Given my near failure to deal with my own neurosis (having found myself back in bed in the middle of the afternoon having a temper tantrum with myself over going grocery shopping at all), I felt the appropriate reaction was to say as little as possible through our interaction, but maintain a horrified look on my face. Every shopping experience at that store has been odd for one reason or another (yams labeled as sweet potatoes, continuous price discrepancies, gift cards which mysteriously lose their balance), so I think that may have been the last straw. I think from now on I'll be shopping at the store a few blocks further down the street. Too bad Scott still has to work there...