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Going to Wal-Mart

Going to Wal-Mart

I always go in with a really positive attitude. It is the only way to approach this sort of situation in my opinion. I prefer to never step foot in the place or to give them any of my money, but the reality is that I’m not exactly suffering for all of the gobs of cash that I’m forced to haul around, and I can get certain items at Wal-Mart for half of the price that I would pay for them at my neighborhood grocery. So every now and then, I brave the isles of Wal-Mart.

I have seen some pretty remarkable things in the times that I have shopped there. I have questioned my husband and various friends as to why the store seems to be a particular beacon, which calls to unhappy, sad, and disrespectful human beings. After all, I can get great deals at my neighborhood Publix the majority of the time, and save just as much money, so I have trouble swallowing the idea that it is a completely socio-economic issue. There is more to it…there has to be. My husband swears that it’s because the company is basically evil so it is calling in its minions…I think that the answer is somewhere in the middle.

What I noticed the last time that I visited the store was the vast ignorance that each and every person there had for everyone else. It was as if the people in the store were so deeply absorbed in themselves that they truly could not see the other human beings that were all around them. The space was void of common courtesy, of simple recognition of fellow man. It was chilling. To be honest, it scared the hell out of me. A clerk actually apologized to me for being in my way and I was so shocked, I almost explained my relief to him that at least he could see me.

So I am considering that possibly, the one most moving thing that we could do for the ignorant herds which seem to be growing like the plague in our country is to acknowledge them. Strangers are honestly surprised sometimes when I speak to them at random. It’s as if I flipped a switch and woke them up, pulled them out of the trance that they were living in just by acknowledging that they were human being in existence.

I am challenging myself to recognize as many humans as I possibly can when I am out and about. I think that it might be making a difference. I especially go for the ones that appear as if they are in the deepest slumbers. They need to be woken the hell up. It’s startling that I can do it with a smile and a kind word, and there are endless opportunities for me to do that on any given day. Zombies are real, and they are all around us. Let’s start curing them of their disease before they actually reach the stage where they are eating our flesh off. Right now all that they are really doing to us is contributing to the election of horrible politicians…well, and keeping Wal-Mart in business. I need to work on stopping that myself.


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