Scattered Shelves

In my abandonment I realized some not so pleasant truths.
The fish I was staring at will probably die within a week,
and the gears in my mind were about to shatter. A million
and one thoughts raced through my head, each making me more
vulnerable than the last, so soon I was unable to hide from
them. Eventually I was overwhelmed by these emotions and forced
to succomb. A wave of rage and torment flooded the fissures in
my body and misery blinded me. I was no longer in control, my
own emotions were getting the best of me.

It came to my attention that I was holding a bag of tiny
chocolate morsels in each hand, how they got there I didn't know,
but I had the sudden urge to rip them open and scatter their contents across the floor.

In my mind I could see the scene unfold, the people in the isle
would probably stare and me and give me dirty looks, or perhaps
yell at me. I would probably have to pay for the bags, and worst
case scenario security would come and stomp my actions out.

At that moment in time I wanted to take my arms or maybe a broom,
and sweep every single can in the isle off the shelves.
Plick! Plank! Plunk!
The cans hit the floor.
Some exploded, some tripped people, and some bounced into carts.
Cans were everywhere, but I didn't stop there.
I continued to do the same with the next isle and the next.
By now, people were freaking out, and I was sure I'd make headlines.
I could see it now "Pyscho Girl Rages in Wal-Mart" across the
top of every newspaper. Videos of this episode will be leaked
onto youtube, and everyone that knows me would point me out
saying, 'Hey I know that girl!'" Imagine the riot that would
start though, if I managed to push the actual shelves over.
A domino affect would be created, and soon everything the store
had to offer would be left in ruins.


These thoughts amused me, but of course this never happened,
and will never happen.