I’m not much for crowds.
Seriously.
While I’ve managed to tame my anti-social tendencies, sometimes walking into an extremely crowded restaurant triggers something.
Today, I took my daughter to a relatively popular (and in my mind – disgusting) place that was the only one convenient for our dining purposes.
As we were led to our table, it was like a cloud of despair that washed over me. Surrounded by the masses of humanity – I almost couldn’t handle it. I had to withdraw into myself in order not to freak out. Granted, it’s pretty rare that this happens. Exceptionally rare actually, but if it’s a rather confined/claustrophobic place – it’s more likely to happen.
On top of that, I did manage to eat healthy rather than order an omelette with six pieces of bacon and cheese. Sometimes being around the masses of humanity remind me how fat everyone is – which subconsciously makes me order things that are healthy. So we finished up rather quickly (one cup of coffee? Seriously? Who does THAT?) and left.
I did notice today that someone had hit my car. They scarred one of my headlight lenses rather well.
What really pisses me off about this, is that I’m pretty sure it was from a trailer hitch on some mofo’s giant truck. There’s no other damage on the bumper, just on the headlight lens.
And of course, I’ll never know who it was, and knowing how gigantic the trucks are around here, they probably didn’t even realize they hit me. Fuckers.
