reflection
Today I was working and I had the strangest desire to keep pushing people. Not just people I work with, which I usually have the desire to knock down, but "guests" in the store, customers. I wanted to push people like old ladies (which knowing me isn't really anything different and new) and even nice middle-aged ladies. I just really wanted to push them and knock them down. Then I would have this thought and become conscious of having this thought and spend the next two seconds in sheer (visible) horror at myself and spend the next 5 or so minutes trying to stop myself from laughing out loud just at the craziness of it all.
What a good time.
What a good time.