Wednesday, January 30, 2013
I feel like I can't ever be the person I dream of being because I shop at Walmart. And not every time we go to the store. But the weeks where we need to get toilet paper and a birthday present as well as groceries.
I feel like the produce is fake. Not that it's actually unreal. Just that it seems, feels, appears to be less real. I imagine in coming from a giant factory where immigrant workers who don't know any English.
We buy the advertised laundry detergent and name brand Rotel.
I just feel like, when I was in college, I dreamt of a different life.
I dreamt of only eating meat that was humanely raised and slaughtered. I dreamt of buying Organic food that could be traced back to an actual place. I dreamt of a home that had style. Maybe it was would be kind of eclectic style, but style nonetheless. I dreamt of a job where I had a desk.
And Walmart makes me feel sad.