I went shopping today. Well, not really. Went to watch people shopping. It was just another Thanksgiving weekend where people are supposed to feel the pull of the ads and go running out to buy because they’re supposed to.
I watched them as I was looking for some things myself. But none of us was buying anything except time with other people, time in the same space, same time, running into other bodies that reminded us of our own and yet we shied away from touch, saying “Excuse Me!” or “Sorry!” because it’s the polite thing to do when your cart runs over a foot or joggles an elbow.
I bought some things because I needed them. But honestly not because I was supposed to. I went to see some faces and study them. I tried to ignore what they were buying because it was so worthless and they were far too happy with their treasures.
It was good to get home.