Blissfully Unaware

Blissfully Unaware

It could be confirmed as the cause of my severe anxiety.

General Idiotic Tendencies.

I can't seem to wrap my head around being blissfully unaware of your surroundings when functioning in society.

I admit that there are times when I am overly aware of my surroundings. See: Nosy Ass. In the awareness of my surroundings, I have realized the continued need for my nosiness. Sometimes, I could potentially be in danger or will be questioned by authorities as a reliable source witness. I will keep eaves dropping until the day I die. Let's be honest, that could be soon if I nose my way into the wrong "situation".

Back to the point here. Maybe it's my, I dunno, constant coherent state, but I can sense when someone is "closing in" on me. Other people, apparently do not possess this trait and fail to realize where they are standing (at the top of an escalator in Macy's) or that there are two adults and a toddler fast approaching. There was, I kid you not, a man that was turned to the side, peripherals in range of identifying the approaching group, and still, even after aforementioned group stepped off the escalator, failed to pivot/move/flinch. I couldn't believe it. I was a bitch and muttered something condescendingly snarky, just loud enough for him to FINALLY take notice of us sucking it in to squeeze behind him.

Hasn't he ever seen that episode of Rescue 911 where the little boys jacket got caught at the top of the escalator and strangled him?!

I have!

My shoelaces (had I been wearing lace-up shoes) could have very easily been snagged, resulting in the loss of my left foot. Hello?! McFly?!

How terrifying for Nugget to have experienced that nightmare for the rest of his life? He would be horrifically scarred.

The symptoms of GIT are in full force when shopping.

I admit. I'm guilty of mosey-ing when I've got nowhere to be, but...BUT there's a complete difference between being a casual shopper and being just plain ignorant. When I am casual in the shopforce, I make it a point to be even more aware of people in a hurry.

It isn't until I give a complete stranger a flat tire before they realize, "Oh, silly me! There are other people in the world."

You don't even want to get me started on people with unruly children, *cough cough* in the grocery store *cough cough* in the guh-hetto. That one is deserving of its own post. After the holidays, because 1) it will rile me up and I have neither the time nor energy between gift wrapping and stirring caramel corn for extra riling and 2) regardless of my countless disclaimers, someone out there in the blogosphere will count it as racist and no one wants a racist for Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza/Festivus.