For real. Buying groceries is increasingly stressful. Folk tend to reach into personal space of others, leave their carts in intersections, and generally not give a damn about the person next to them.
I take it very slow and skip the aisle I kind of wanted something from if I see a complication I’d rather not deal with.
We never see ourselves as part of the problem. It isn’t easy, though.
I, too, look across the pond and wonder what the Americans are fucking doing
I’ll save you a trip: proximity does not illuminate it in the slightest.
Your mouth to God’s ears
For real. Buying groceries is increasingly stressful. Folk tend to reach into personal space of others, leave their carts in intersections, and generally not give a damn about the person next to them.
I take it very slow and skip the aisle I kind of wanted something from if I see a complication I’d rather not deal with.
We never see ourselves as part of the problem. It isn’t easy, though.
What I like to remind myself is that we judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their actions.
That’s beautiful. Thank you