Mood:
incredulousNow Playing: XM 71 - Watercolors
I mean, really wonder if you actually have corporeal form ? Sometimes I wonder. Just yesterday, when I had to do the run-around for the right color drinks for Dearest Son's turn at snacks, I went to the Mart. Yes, one could (and probably should) say I had it coming. But anyway...
Several times I had to dodge out of someone's way. Really. Twice I had to dive into an aisle I had no intention of visiting, once I had to swerve to avoid these people who, while they were clearly awake and pushing large steel shopping carts, just were not registering anything beyond whatever occupied them. Blank faces that didn't reflect anything, any emotion, any recognition. After the third 'duck and cover', I had to beat down the insane urge to on-purpose smash into the next 'Obliviant', just to get them to recognize that, yes, other people do occupy space and have mass...often not five feet from their noses. Even if all I got was the blank "WTF ?" stare, at least it'd be focused on someone...not oblivion.
To add to the fun, the cashier addressed the person behind me in line, while I was standing right there. I'd made two efforts to recognize her, but I didn't get a grunt in reply. So I went home in a funk, trying to figure out if I did exist or not.
What's sad is, I'm still not sure...
