I had what I am calling a panic attack at the Jordan Creek Mall the other day. Or maybe you want to call it a hissy fit. Or maybe it was just me behaving badly. But here is what happened:
I was very tired when I got home from work that night. As soon as I got home I had to haul one of my children to visit some of his friends—in fact, they were going to “hang out” at the same mall we ended up at. Then when I got home, I did not get a chance to relax before we were taking my other son to the mall so he could buy a hooded sweat shirt.
I hate indoor shopping malls. In fact, I hate shopping in general. If there is something I need to buy, I will go buy it, but I don’t really shop—I get in, find what I want, and get out as soon as possible.
I make it a goal to never go into indoor shopping malls. I consider myself lucky if I don’t have to enter one more than once a year.
Jordan Creek is an expensive mall. I have sort of a “poor boy” complex. While I could easily afford most of the stuff there, I grew up poor (or thinking I was—financially it was true, but at the time I did not realize how wealthy I was in other ways), and always have the feeling that even if I bought the expensive stuff I still would not be a member of the club. I think that attitude affects my attitude towards golf, skiing, and a number of other expensive activities.
I also think that malls are the antithesis of everything I value—particularly nature. There is no fresh air—in fact it is contaminated by perfumes. There is no music of birds or insects–just auto-tuned noise from young poets who have no life experience yet. No wind, no exhilarating heat or cold.
So Max went look for his sweat shirt, and Pat and I sat on a bench to wait for him. I found that for the life of me I could not sit still. I am usually a fairly calm person, but for the life of me I could only fidget. I could not hold a conversation. I just kind of twitched and rocked until Max came back and we could move. I felt a little sorry for Pat—she deserves a little better behavior from me.
Once we were able to move I could handle myself a little better, but I still was in a rush to get out of the mall. You cannot imagine how great it felt to get out of there.
Life is better today. Just don’t ask me to go to a mall.