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I spent a few days spinning out. It wasn't productive. Then I was panicking. The stuff I'm dealing with sucks. It sucks. Then I got up and called a support line and got into gear and went to the mall to buy something I needed and exchange something. I learned to adjust the heel height of my new shoes from the guy at the store. That was cool. The shoes can do that, and you can replace the sole. I guess that's why I paid $120.00 for backless sandals. I was purposeful. I went to pay my phone. The guy didn't say thank you for a hundred dollars. When I confronted him he was just more rude. It sucks the way people are now. Rude young men. And he had called me ma'am. Then I ate a burger. The guy there called me ma'am as were others to do so later. Then I came to a place to send some packages and use the computer. I was organized. I got the packages sent off properly. That had been weighing on me for a while. But I was working on that whole situation to get what I needed and sort through the options. I ate some blueberries and drank matcha tea before I went to work. I had gotten them to turn the music off at this place for a while but they turned it back on, claiming that someone else wanted to hear the eighties pop; "Billy, Billy don't you lose my number cause it ain't anywhere that you can find it."
I have got to get it in gear and stop spinning out. I have to stop watching television all day. I felt like a person earlier when I was hurrying to exchange the stuff at the mall. I looked normal. My hair looked normal. I was buying and exchanging quality things from a good store where the help was polite like they are supposed to be. I was able to walk and maneuver very sharply and quickly. I left my wheelchair/walker in the car. I took a short cut through Victoria's Secret. I felt like a grown up. I felt like a Mom on a mission [although I'm not one]. Now I realize why I spin out. Cause of shit like what is happening at this place. I was going to try and do some real work on this computer but . . .
I just asked the lady who works here about the music. It turns out that a customer actually wanted the music on.
Well.
Fuck.
Why does everything have to be uncomfortable? Why can't the world be copacetic?
I have got to get it in gear and stop spinning out. I have to stop watching television all day. I felt like a person earlier when I was hurrying to exchange the stuff at the mall. I looked normal. My hair looked normal. I was buying and exchanging quality things from a good store where the help was polite like they are supposed to be. I was able to walk and maneuver very sharply and quickly. I left my wheelchair/walker in the car. I took a short cut through Victoria's Secret. I felt like a grown up. I felt like a Mom on a mission [although I'm not one]. Now I realize why I spin out. Cause of shit like what is happening at this place. I was going to try and do some real work on this computer but . . .
I just asked the lady who works here about the music. It turns out that a customer actually wanted the music on.
Well.
Fuck.
Why does everything have to be uncomfortable? Why can't the world be copacetic?
