Writing about profound things sounds a bit scary and unpleasant, so I better just avoid that and instead reach for the trivial. After all, I am writing for the sake of writing, which is a silly thing to do in the first place. I better not ruin anything of import by writing about it.
Well anyways, something absurdly unimportant that happened today was -- I was quite unable to reach a second bag of bagged cabbage at the grocery store.
For anyone wishing to throw shade my way for buying bagged cabbage -- please hurry up and do so. It would be so lovely if that is the type of hate I get on the internet.
The distance between me and the cabbage necessitated me asking a very hassled looking employee for help.
As a person who likes figuring things out, I normally avoid asking for help. It may be a good thing that necessity drives us human beings together. Yet the prideful part of me just wishes I had very long arms.
As I guiltily watched this distinguished employee simultaneously hold a large box and retrieve bagged cabbage, he stated something along the lines of "I'm just glad you're not climbing the shelves to reach it." Which makes me wonder about what unspeakable scenes he must have witnessed.
At the same time, this also kinda makes me want to climb shelves at a grocery store. I wonder if they took into account wayward climbers when they considered shelf weight capacity. Guess there's only one way to find out.