Crazy for Christmas
“I
just don’t know what came over me. I was
there in line, patiently, like everyone else, waiting for the Black Friday
sales to start. Why do these sales keep
getting earlier and earlier every year?
Who needs to start shopping at midnight?
A few people were chatting. A
couple others were plotting routes through the store. I was tired, so I just kept to myself.
“Maybe
that was it – I’ve just been so tired lately.
There’s never enough time for everything that needs to be done. I work all day and come home to help the kids
with their homework. Make dinner. Clean the house. Do laundry.
Get lunches and backpacks for the next day ready. By the time everything is done and I can get
to bed, it’s past midnight and then I’m waking up at 5am to do it all again.
“You
could feel…almost a hum in the air as it got closer to the start of the
sale. Pallets were everywhere, stacked
high with the deals that were being offered.
Ridiculous prices – some of them made you think that there was no way
the store was making any money off of them.
And then, in the back of my mind, I could hear this other voice, telling
me to not let anyone get in there and get MY deals, MY bargains, MY products
that I had been waiting in line for!
“I
thought I was just overtired. After the
shopping was done, I was going to go home and take a nap. Try and catch up on some of the sleep I
needed. I shook my head to try and clear
it. The pallet closest to me was nothing
but toasters, 6 feet high. There must
have been more than 100 toasters on that little wooden base. And the little voice inside me started trying
to convince me that I needed that
toaster.
“It’s just a
toaster, for Pete’s sake. I already have
one and didn’t need another. Everyone I
know has a toaster. And, really? A toaster for $2? How good of a toaster could it be? I wasn’t even there for the toaster sale! I’d been in that line for hours for an
XBOX360. My son had been wanting one for
years. I’d finally been able to save up
enough money for it.
“The
sales people came out and people started perking up. Phones were put away, people stretched. One lady did deep knee bends and some
lunges. I remember thinking that she
should’ve worn better fitting pants, because hers kept going low enough to show
butt crack. All around me, people were
starting to shake off their tiredness.
But me? It felt like a fog was
coming over me.
“I
don’t know how it happened, I really don’t.
My hand was on my purse, keeping it near me like I always do. Then my hand was in my purse, around the
little can of pepper spray I keep in there for emergencies. When the sales people removed the dividers, I
turned and sprayed everyone with the pepper spray and ran to the toaster
display. I grabbed two of them, one
under each arm, and ran off.
“I
felt like I was watching someone on TV, shouting at the screen. ‘What are you doing, you idiot?’ It’s like I was on autopilot, but the part of
me that controlled my mind was paralyzed.
I was moving and talking and shouting at people, but none of that was
what I was telling my body to do.
“It was almost a
relief, when I was caught at the front doors.
A part of me – the real me, not this crazy me – was shocked at my
behavior. Was I really going to run out
the door with four dollars in toasters?
“I don’t
remember much after that. It’s like a
fading dream. I was in a car and my arms
were behind me. They hurt. I was in a room with lots of people, and they
were arguing. A man in a uniform brought
me to a room with a bed, and I was so happy to see it that I started
crying. At last I could sleep!
“Someone dressed
in all white brought me here, to see you, after I slept. You said you wanted to help me. That was nice. No one has offered to help me in such a long
time. So now I come to see you every day
and I get to talk and talk. You don’t
argue with me over anything, or say that I said or did something wrong, or that
I’m late getting somewhere. And whenever
I leave, you give me those little pills that make it really easy for me to
sleep again.
“Do you think,
though, that I could maybe be untied from this chair? It would be nice to be able to move my arms
and legs again. Or itch my nose. Maybe someday soon?
“For now, I
think I’d like to go back to my room. I
am so very tired. There’s a picture of a
Christmas tree on the window and I like to look at it as I fall asleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, Doctor. Merry Christmas.”
I often think it would be nice to spend some time in a psyche ward, just to get some rest. However, rumor has it it's not that relaxing. I totally didn't guess where this was going to end.
ReplyDeleteAngelina
http://betterthanbullets.com