Dear God Do I Ever! ...

Dear god do I ever! It's the fluorescent lighting. Everything is ten times more jarring. Normally I can handle consumerism on mass levels, I may not be happy with it, but I can coexsist with it. Not under those damn lights though. And then you go into Abercrombie or Hollister and it's like a dark, cold cave where strange beasties thrive on polos and overpriced denim. I always end up at the food court, over eating to try and hush my increasing anxiety. Then I'll yell at my sister, who brought me there in the first place. I think it's the source of our not so great relationship.
wanderkid wanderkid
18-21, F
1 Response Jun 16, 2007

Hmm. So she drags you to the mall to be tortured by the flouroscent lighting and you repay her by yelling at her? Sounds like a fair exchange of goods and services to me ;) Maybe what you need is an enormous helmet that blocks out the fluoro frequencies and the hum? Enormous, of course, so that you feel delightfully out of place :D