Hey there!
I’m Jim-Bob, and this is my orb! This little ominous round ball floats around six inches behind my right ear, and if I begin a train of thought that leads only to despair and hopelessness, it smacks me in the head. It works great! C’mon, I’ll show you!
I need to go get groceries anyways. I’ve been putting it off a bit because I’m at the computer and distracting myself– ow!
See, it works like that.
So let’s get going. Wallet, keys, mask (don’t want to catch it twice! The first time led to all – ouch!), grocery bag, and phone! Phone’s not finished charging, but that’s okay, better to lose a bit of battery efficiency than to sit around here longer because I’ve already wasted the OW.
Bit harsher there, but repeat offenders get smacked twice as hard and in the same spot. The sting steers you safely!
It’s nice out today, isn’t it. A bit too warm, but that’s livable with the breeze (warm breeze, ah well). And since the road’s shut, we can head through the park. See the few folks out and about on Wednesday, what with days off or some such or being part-time over the age of OW.
Let’s count those seagulls. There’s sixteen. That’s a lot of seagulls.
The other nice thing about walking like this is it gives you a chance to think about stuff. I come up with most of my story ideas while I’m walking, always have – something about the legs moving and letting the world go by in the background help. It lets you brain drift but the tricky part is when it settles on useless things or troublesome thoughts. I remember wondering if it was harder to be creative on antianxiety meds but hooooo boy let me tell you that beats the HELL out of being unable to be creative because your brain won’t stop thinking about OW OW OW.
Triple shot. Deserved, but jeez.
Anyways, it’s great to see the people in the park, especially when there’s lots of them. The background noise is comforting – I like putting streams on in the background when I’m at my desk too just for that sort of ambient humanity. The funny part is I’m far too terrified to OW.
So we’re going to walk down by the boardwalk and look at those rocks. Hey maybe I can do a story about stuff you find in the rocks! Old beer bottle, old pop can, wrappers, seaweed, ducks, ducklings, stray goose fluff, seagull-devoured crayfish… mmm. Maybe not as long a list as I’d hopped. I’d have to pad it out with childhood whimsy, which I mean I could TRY it’s not like I haven’t been walking up and down these same rocks and this same boardwalk for over thirty years, which means AH.
It’s nice seeing the families though. People using time off, taking holidays, just taking the kid down to the beach to stick their feet in the water. Some of those parents and partners are my age and they’ve been doing this sort of thing for ten years and I will never OW OW OW OW OW OW.
So it’s a bit of a pity the fry stand isn’t open this year what with the construction because damnit I could use something crispy and warm and salty. I guess I can get some potato chips. I was sort of probably going to get those anyways but now it’s more formalized.
Man, it’s way too warm once you’re away from the lake. Going to suck coming back this way, but it’s faster and the less time milk and sandwich meat is out in the sun with me the better. Let’s go into the store and do a little Purell (why the moist cloth dispenser this seems so much less efficient than the liquid), and now let’s get what we’re getting which is like two stopgap not-really-meal components like cereal, milk, sandwich meat and pita for work, and… not sure what else because I can’t make myself put effort into anything including making foo OW.
Right. Some baking potatoes, some sour cream for those baking potatoes, no lettuce because I’m sick of salads and I’ve still got enough for my sandwiches at home, maybe some baked goods? Yeah these donuts are like 30% off that’s fine I’ll take them – wait, 30% off 5.25? That’s still a bit much. I don’t need those donuts. To hell with you, donuts. Pick up some milk, go to the chip aisle, let’s get chips. All the non-store-brand-stuff is like 10$/2 deals, this is pathetic, I remember when those were two for six because time is moving and I’m frozen OW.
So. We get the store brand, because those are perfectly acceptable and like literally half the price. Which flavour?
I’m not sure I want salt and vinegar, I think I got sick of those last time.
I don’t want barbecue, they’re too sweet.
I don’t think I want cheese and onion, I think they’re always not as good as I’m certain they’ll be.
I don’t think I want those all-dressed chips because the bag is too big and I always eat too many of these chips. I always eat too many of all of the chips.
Do I even want chips? I’ve been eating them as treats since I became a somewhat functional somewhat-independent adult before I stopped being able to OW
Do I ever want chips? I just eat them until I start disliking them. Do I really enjoy this? I mean, do I really enjoy MOST of what I claim I ‘want’ or is it just distractions from OW OW OW.
We’ll get cheese and onion.
One lane open, and all the self-checkout. Self-checkout it is. Boop da doop de doop beep beep. Hey it would be REALLY stupid if I’d forgotten my wallet and just now found out after I had everything here and ready, would I have to put everything back or could I ask the till people to hold onto it for me I mean a bunch of this needs refrigeration would I even be able to talk to them or would I just freeze up and stand here OW.
I should probably use my new credit card so it registers properly but these groceries are overpriced and what if I fuck up and forget to check my credit OW.
Debit’s fine, we’ll fix whatever that was later. Now let’s aw dang the potato fell out. Get back in the bag, potato.
Yeah, the streets are hot and long and the shade is all a little off. Pity about that, but it’s the shortest way around the construction, even with the detours. Woops, wrong street ahah. You’d think I’d know better, since I was born here and I’ve lived here half my life and now I can’t leave here and I’ll die here OW OW OW OW OW OW OW
Anyways it’s fine and none of that matters because none of these problems are real and I should be able to AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH FUCK FUCK FUCK OUCH DAMNIT
JESUS.
That’s my street. That’s my stop. Indoors, nice and shady, up the stairs, food in cupboards and fridge, easy-peasy, everything breezy, maybe the five or six websites I endlessly refresh for new content will have had someone say something even though it’s a workday and all the adults are busy OW.
And we’re done!
Yes sir, I don’t know where I’d be or what I’d do or how I’d live without the orb here.
I mean, I guess I’d have a couple more molars.
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fuck i forgot the cereal