my unsuitability for modern existance
We went to the mall today, to find some relief from the late afternoon heat and humidity. I guess some other people had the same idea; funny, I thought that more folks had air conditioning. It wasn't the crowds, though, that threw me, just the incredible number of stimuli they had going on there: we walked in through Macy's and just the different music blasting from each perfume booth (not to mention the smells) was overwhelming. Out in the mall proper add the gigantic advertisements pasted up everywhere (including, new since the last time we were there, on the pillars and the inside of the elevator doors) and, of course, the mall tvs. And the crowds too. I just can't handle it all anymore. Getting old, or maybe not having time to watch any tv, or even listen to the radio, is affecting my ability to process our modern culture. It'll be Sabbath Lake for me next.
Of course, I still do alright with the internet. A dozen tabs open, movie trailers, facebook, read one article while another one loads, you know the drill. But at least then I'm in a comfy chair.