I should not be allowed to go into a grocery store alone. And it's not for fear that I will buy things I don't necessarily need (Which I do anyways), but I tend to get a bit, well, crazy.
For example, I left work today and thought to myself, "I should go get some food for my own personal digestion.". So, I went to the nearest Stop N Shop, and began scanning the aisles. After picking up a few items of interest (Ingredients for nachos, sang-wiches, Ramen noodles and such), my mentality took a turn. Whether it was a good turn or a bad one is completely up for evaluation.
I began to speak to myself. Not completely out loud, but definetly louder than a whisper. If you happened to be within ten feet of me, you would have heard it, and began to question if I had a cell phone with an mic/ear-piece, or if I may be slightly deranged. Anywho, this "speaking to myself" thing usually includes, and is not limited to, singing the current song on the PA (Sometimes changing the words to fit my current situation or item(s) in hand), commenting on funny looking product names, and other random vocalizations that, at least, I find humorous.
I also tend to do it whenever I'm maintenancing/alphabetizing any part of my store. Especially the Latin Music section. There's been a handful of times where a fellow employee would question my state of mind, only to be met with an outcry of "Los Terribles Durangese!".
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During the creation of this post, on a whim, I went through and read every single one of my past entries, and most of the comments as well. It's interesting to see all the random people I used to converse with on a frequent basis who are now either gray or not on my list. Noticing when certain individuals became involved in my life, and when certain ones exited. How it went from me being happy with one comment on my first journal entry, to now, where if I don't get more than ten, something's amiss. I also noticed that, every once in a while, I can write some really great stuff. This entry is not one of those, as you've probably figured out already.
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My first wrestling match takes place Saturday. Things look good so far, and today is my last run-through with my opponent. I'm hoping this will be that push I need to get things rolling with my training.
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Only twenty days until Disney World.
Only twenty-six days until my brothers seventeenth birthday.
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Now that I think about it, I'm led to believe the whole "talking to myself" thing is just my way amusing myself when faced with a boring task. I'm not going crazy. Not at all
For example, I left work today and thought to myself, "I should go get some food for my own personal digestion.". So, I went to the nearest Stop N Shop, and began scanning the aisles. After picking up a few items of interest (Ingredients for nachos, sang-wiches, Ramen noodles and such), my mentality took a turn. Whether it was a good turn or a bad one is completely up for evaluation.
I began to speak to myself. Not completely out loud, but definetly louder than a whisper. If you happened to be within ten feet of me, you would have heard it, and began to question if I had a cell phone with an mic/ear-piece, or if I may be slightly deranged. Anywho, this "speaking to myself" thing usually includes, and is not limited to, singing the current song on the PA (Sometimes changing the words to fit my current situation or item(s) in hand), commenting on funny looking product names, and other random vocalizations that, at least, I find humorous.
I also tend to do it whenever I'm maintenancing/alphabetizing any part of my store. Especially the Latin Music section. There's been a handful of times where a fellow employee would question my state of mind, only to be met with an outcry of "Los Terribles Durangese!".
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During the creation of this post, on a whim, I went through and read every single one of my past entries, and most of the comments as well. It's interesting to see all the random people I used to converse with on a frequent basis who are now either gray or not on my list. Noticing when certain individuals became involved in my life, and when certain ones exited. How it went from me being happy with one comment on my first journal entry, to now, where if I don't get more than ten, something's amiss. I also noticed that, every once in a while, I can write some really great stuff. This entry is not one of those, as you've probably figured out already.
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My first wrestling match takes place Saturday. Things look good so far, and today is my last run-through with my opponent. I'm hoping this will be that push I need to get things rolling with my training.
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Only twenty days until Disney World.
Only twenty-six days until my brothers seventeenth birthday.
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Now that I think about it, I'm led to believe the whole "talking to myself" thing is just my way amusing myself when faced with a boring task. I'm not going crazy. Not at all
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Also, I can beat you at wrestling. Didnt I prove that?