Cat Litter, Grocery Store Sushi, and Fancy Feast Paté
I hope every cashier laughs at me very much.
At the risk of sounding like the most privileged little idiot there ever was, I absolutely despise going to the grocery store. It’s overstimulating, and I have to make a million tiny decisions while feeling like I’m being judged for each one by the loudest of jeering false audiences. I am incapable of making a single decision, let alone multiple at once.
One time a doctor asked me if I should pull the plug on someone, so I pulled it exactly halfway and ran in the other direction. Maybe she’s still alive, maybe she isn’t. A classic case of Shrodinger’s Grandma.