fuzmeister: Modern Psychology
Wow. You think with a post title like that I would be writing about tonight's presidential debate. For better or worse, I did see it on television - no, I don't want to comment on it. What this post's title is referring to is how conditioned I noticed I've become. Specifically, in this case, to doing my grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Upon first moving here a week or so ago, I found a Wal-Mart and was pleased... only until I realized it wasn't a super center. While the selection sucked, I bought some groceries there anyway. Walking into traditional super markets (I.E. Piggly Wiggly, Giant, Weis Markets, etc.) makes me feel like I'm in some urban alleyway fighting for a pack of baby carrots. Wal-Mart feels sterile like a hospital which is strange considering their target demographic in this area (no offense to anyone). Either way, I ended up finding a Wal-Mart super center the other day and was overjoyed. I shopped there tonight again and the familiarity was frightening. I do believe my DNA has been swapped with that of Pavlov's poochies.
Mood: Getting Sleepy, Very Sleepy
Music: Charlie Peacock - Be Well Johnny Cash
Wow. You think with a post title like that I would be writing about tonight's presidential debate. For better or worse, I did see it on television - no, I don't want to comment on it. What this post's title is referring to is how conditioned I noticed I've become. Specifically, in this case, to doing my grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Upon first moving here a week or so ago, I found a Wal-Mart and was pleased... only until I realized it wasn't a super center. While the selection sucked, I bought some groceries there anyway. Walking into traditional super markets (I.E. Piggly Wiggly, Giant, Weis Markets, etc.) makes me feel like I'm in some urban alleyway fighting for a pack of baby carrots. Wal-Mart feels sterile like a hospital which is strange considering their target demographic in this area (no offense to anyone). Either way, I ended up finding a Wal-Mart super center the other day and was overjoyed. I shopped there tonight again and the familiarity was frightening. I do believe my DNA has been swapped with that of Pavlov's poochies.
Mood: Getting Sleepy, Very Sleepy
Music: Charlie Peacock - Be Well Johnny Cash