I’ve Gone Introverted, and Here’s Why.

I’m sure it’s just me (sarcasm), but boy I hate when boyfriends send a text saying, "Hey, we need to talk." Then, when you ask what, exactly, it is that needs discussing they reply with "Oh, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’d rather talk to you about it in person." I think I hate it so much because of the warm, fuzzy feeling it gives me. Ha. I know my mind automatically sifts through all the horrendous possibilities. Did he cheat on me? Does he want to break up? Did I do something wrong? The female mind is naturally paranoid, so this is something we have to get used to.
Ladies, we’ve all been there. Don’t lie to me.

The other day I decided to "window shop" in a shoe store. Since I’m trying to save money and I’ve heard that going shopping is therapeutic, I decided to look at shoes without actually buying anything. (Didn’t work, by the way. The "therapeutic" part has to actually be purchasing something nice for yourself. Whatever, fine. I just thought it was work a try.) Anyway, when I was looking around, I saw a mother pushing a newborn baby around. The newborn baby was wailing, screeching so hard her poor little face was bright red. What was the mother doing about it? Well, she was looking at shoes while pounding on a shoebox directly in front of her daughter’s face.
Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great trying to do the things that need to get done while your children are in tow. However, I really wanted to say something to her, but since I was in a terrible mood and I’m sure she wasn’t very happy herself, I decided to hold my tongue. If I had said something, it would have gone a little something like this: "Excuse me, I know you are aware that your daughter is crying. I just wanted to let you know that pounding on a shoebox, just a few inches from her face, will not make her stop. To be honest, you’re probably scaring her, which is causing her to cry even more." She was probably a new, clueless mother. But really, how dense can you be? Put yourself in the baby’s shoes for a minute. If you were crying, would you want someone pounding on a box directly in front of your face? Didn’t think so.

Oh, and when I go into Walmart, people there drive me absolutely insane. I was there they day after Valentine’s Day, so I decided to take a look at the clearanced-down Valentine’s Day merchandise. That was a huge mistake. All the elderly women and stay-at-home moms were swarming around the heart-shaped goodies like they were flies on a pile of hot dog shit. I wasn’t backing down, though. This girl wanted some Ghirardelli chocolates, and you and your over-abundance of aggressive motherly estrogen definitely were not going to come between us.
It was a lot like football, I imagine; having to push your way through to get past the goal line. It was tough, but yes I eventually got my chocolates. At one point that Walmart was semi-quaint – kind of like a small-town grocery store. Sadly, those days are long-gone.

Speaking of Walmart, another thing I absolutely abhor (and I’m positive this one is probably a universal pet-peeve) is when people decide to take their sweet time while picking out their products. Yes, it’s fine to make sure you definitely want what you’re looking at, but when you leave your cart directly in the middle of the eisle is when it starts becoming an issue.
Walmart is the worst place to practice this horrible habit, too, because of the high traffic throughout the store. Once you’re behind someone who ignorantly leaves their cart so you cannot pass them, someone automatically comes up behind you and does the same thing. The result is being miserably trapped between two people who are going slower than a snail’s pace.
Gotta love Walmart!

This is probably why I tend to stay out of public. I used to be such an outgoing person, but lately I just like to stay in the comfort of my own home. Yay for being an extrovert gone introvert.