It Must Be Me

Clearly I must be doing something wrong…..but what? Instead of stopping at the grocery store on the way home, I opted to give the kids a chance to get out of the house. The storms that rolled through cooled things off and after dinner neither kid wanted to come with me. Boy are they ever on my list now!!!!

I only needed a few things, I didn’t even wander aimlessly. I am walking down the aisle to get my juice which is up and on the right. I have to pass a man who wasn’t even subtle about where his eyes landed AND I’m not even wearing a boob shirt. While I am standing there him hawing over which juice without the high fructose corn syrup I am going to buy….he circles back up the aisle, so I just grabbed the cranberry/blueberry juice and was on my way. I paused to call the kids to see if we needed milk and he came around the corner and put on this big smile and started to steer his buggy my way with this face…only younger…poltergeist

I don’t even think a bat out of hell moved as fast as I did…it was creepy. One of those kids will go next time I decide to go this late, like it or not!! On my way to the car…blue heron flying right above my head really low…didn’t even have time to reflect on that yet. Every vibe I send out says please don’t talk to me….why does this happen?….-Zia


About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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