The Mall
Today I did something that I have not done in a very long time. For some reason, since I was feeling nostalgic and rather disconnected from the outside world due to lack of a phone and because I was waxing on just said nostalgia in the last blog, I got it into my head that I was going to go someplace that I hadn't been to in a long time, the mall.
I hadn't been in one in quite a while unless it happened to be nearby another place I was going to patronize (ex. Chipotle's). Quite honestly, I have no reason to go there anymore. I have resigned myself to the post skinny hipster wardrobe - I buy my clothes off the rack rather than dig them out of the garbage or Salvation Army bins, but I long since decided that I would be sending a much stronger message by wearing what I already own more. When I was a kid, it seemed that malls were places that kids went to. Do they still? Granted it was the middle of a weekday and not a Friday or Saturday night, but I did not see any kids there. (Except for the very young children of toddler or infant age, either tagging alongside of their mother or being pushed in the stroller.) Perhaps this wasn't the best time of the day to observe for that. The food court is still there, but I find myself instead of going to eat nothing but the garbage they usually serve there I was turning my nose up at the fact that there were no salads. I saw a few girls in short shorts without a pinch of cellulite on their ass cheeks getting something super fat ladden and greasy, I rolled my eyes and said "Wait" under my breath.
Everyplace sells skinny jeans now. They are horrible, some hideous, terrible practical joke that someone is playing on others. I tried on a pair long ago and cried for about two hours afterward. But I have enough dignity to not wear them and have my beer gut hanging out over the waist band (if I had one that is). Even the plastic dummies in the stores looked like they were in pain having to wear them. Last decade it was low riders that went too low, now it's skinny jeans that are too painful. And even though I look younger than I really am, I look around at some of the trendy stuff and realize I am far too old to wear some of that.
This was a newer mall, but they had some things that were kind of old school throwbacks. They had a video arcade and a pet store in the furthest back places! No one was in either of them save for the employees. But they had cages with cute, fluffy bunnies all frolicing in the shavings and they made me happy, because I miss my little bunny, Lennon, so much. But I won't get another because Lennon was special and because my allergies could probably come close to killing me again. I argue with others that they are not stupid, but rather simple. But I digress, talking about bunnies again...
I guess I was looking for something today, but what? It was a rather pointless day save for those few hours of work I put in. I didn't find it, but I was saying that to someone the other day that I am so bored these days, I want a new obsession to hit me so hard that it sends me into a tailspin (you know what I'm talking about) and changes everything. But it will happen, of course, when I least expect it. It's the waiting in the meantime that will make you crazy.
Although looking back, I think I realized a certain dream of mine did come true. I picked up one of those Wimpy Kid books in the children's section of a book store (they still have those as well), because one of the kids I had encountered at the Catholic school last fall showed me one of his Wimpy Kid books. Maybe it's best to keep up with what the kids are doing after all, and there is a certain theme that is going through these books. Admitedly, it's not the deepest of thoughts, but still : Our hero is in a constant state of flux, as he seems rather insecure but desperate to be accepted and also bent on being popular and famous one day. Wow, I thought, my dreams really did come true. If that's what the average middle school child thinks about themselves, I achieved it. It took twenty some years of growth and maturity and means in which to do it, but I did most of what I set out to do in life. What's left? Not sure. I think the junior high school child in me would be proud.
I hadn't been in one in quite a while unless it happened to be nearby another place I was going to patronize (ex. Chipotle's). Quite honestly, I have no reason to go there anymore. I have resigned myself to the post skinny hipster wardrobe - I buy my clothes off the rack rather than dig them out of the garbage or Salvation Army bins, but I long since decided that I would be sending a much stronger message by wearing what I already own more. When I was a kid, it seemed that malls were places that kids went to. Do they still? Granted it was the middle of a weekday and not a Friday or Saturday night, but I did not see any kids there. (Except for the very young children of toddler or infant age, either tagging alongside of their mother or being pushed in the stroller.) Perhaps this wasn't the best time of the day to observe for that. The food court is still there, but I find myself instead of going to eat nothing but the garbage they usually serve there I was turning my nose up at the fact that there were no salads. I saw a few girls in short shorts without a pinch of cellulite on their ass cheeks getting something super fat ladden and greasy, I rolled my eyes and said "Wait" under my breath.
Everyplace sells skinny jeans now. They are horrible, some hideous, terrible practical joke that someone is playing on others. I tried on a pair long ago and cried for about two hours afterward. But I have enough dignity to not wear them and have my beer gut hanging out over the waist band (if I had one that is). Even the plastic dummies in the stores looked like they were in pain having to wear them. Last decade it was low riders that went too low, now it's skinny jeans that are too painful. And even though I look younger than I really am, I look around at some of the trendy stuff and realize I am far too old to wear some of that.
This was a newer mall, but they had some things that were kind of old school throwbacks. They had a video arcade and a pet store in the furthest back places! No one was in either of them save for the employees. But they had cages with cute, fluffy bunnies all frolicing in the shavings and they made me happy, because I miss my little bunny, Lennon, so much. But I won't get another because Lennon was special and because my allergies could probably come close to killing me again. I argue with others that they are not stupid, but rather simple. But I digress, talking about bunnies again...
I guess I was looking for something today, but what? It was a rather pointless day save for those few hours of work I put in. I didn't find it, but I was saying that to someone the other day that I am so bored these days, I want a new obsession to hit me so hard that it sends me into a tailspin (you know what I'm talking about) and changes everything. But it will happen, of course, when I least expect it. It's the waiting in the meantime that will make you crazy.
Although looking back, I think I realized a certain dream of mine did come true. I picked up one of those Wimpy Kid books in the children's section of a book store (they still have those as well), because one of the kids I had encountered at the Catholic school last fall showed me one of his Wimpy Kid books. Maybe it's best to keep up with what the kids are doing after all, and there is a certain theme that is going through these books. Admitedly, it's not the deepest of thoughts, but still : Our hero is in a constant state of flux, as he seems rather insecure but desperate to be accepted and also bent on being popular and famous one day. Wow, I thought, my dreams really did come true. If that's what the average middle school child thinks about themselves, I achieved it. It took twenty some years of growth and maturity and means in which to do it, but I did most of what I set out to do in life. What's left? Not sure. I think the junior high school child in me would be proud.
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