So, I went to do some errands today, it’s been a good day, I stopped at the local grocery store that I have been a patron of since I moved back home, and I brought my recyclable bag with me, study, with long handles, and I just usually use it to put my groceries in while I’m shopping. So this woman that I have known nearly all my life who works there, came up behind, and very sternly said, “Can I help you with something?” Like this was a capital offense, and I was going to steal or something. Wow, yeah, I guess I will get a basket next time, right?
“Yes, you can’t stop breathing down my neck”
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I think you misunderstood her. I am guilty of this myself. I personalize a lot of what people say and believe they are always putting me down. Like I was walking downtown and this guy suddenly stopped and let me passed as if he believed I was following him or trying to steal his wallet or something.
Ok… maybe. I don’t think so, but maybe. I just wonder if my whole persona is, “she can’t be trusted.”
I just guess that the paranoia sets in. That happens to me with the security guards at the mini markets and stores. “He isn’t to be trusted”. “He is hiding something.”. - Yes, my illness as best I can, but am doing an awful job, I think. Wait! I think too much! Here I go thinking again! Bad stuff!
Yeah well grocery stores are always happy times for my kids and me, I always made it fun, and a learning process. Don’t step on my shoes, ok? That’s all I’m asking.