witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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I forgot how utterly overwhelmed I become when I go to Costco. A busy blanket of words and movements flutter overhead like moths and I tense up, peeling away from the edges of my own shell and shrinking inside myself.

It's too busy a place for me to identify a sense of comfort in. I can't fix my gaze anywhere without having it met by someone else's eyes. Even when I look down at the floor, the dewy eyes of someone's kid are peering up at me.

When I thought I was drawing too much attention to myself,I clenched my fists tightly, dug my nails into my palms and stared at the serpent coiled lethally around my ring.

4:16 a.m. - Sunday, Jan. 04, 2009

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