The World of Wal-Mart Shopping at Wal-Mart for me is stepping in the jungle filled with the animals of humanity. Enticing me in the vast, open, overwhelming space with flickering, humming fluorescent light bulbs Pushing me into panic mode resulting in dizziness and overheating of my scalp and brain, with its cacophony of sounds resulting in overstimulation of the senses, Bright garish colors and bright garish people of every race, creed or color with miniature beings that mirror themselves, screaming and cawing for what is on the shelf, I am there for ten minutes my heart starts to race, my breath quickens, the fight or flight syndrome goes into overdrive, my palms sweat on the cart handle. One could ask why I go; it is the same as the rest of the sea of people who one another do not see, the enticement of rollbacks, everyday low prices and no bogos for me to hoard. It is the defeat of the panic, when through the checkout line I have came. It is the same as jumping from a plane. Another week has gone by and I defeated my demons of sequestering myself from a fear that is real, of shopping in the jungle of humanity that inhabits a Wal-Mart.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 22:11:39 +0000
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