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Weird Abby Confronts The Blue Target

Recently, I went to Walmart. Now I understand that this is probably not a great opening statement, but trust me, ladies and gentlemen, it gets better. Better sentence: this is a big deal because up until that moment, I was afraid of Walmart. Crazy, right? I was afraid of Walmart because I was getting scared and/or trampled. I had only been to Walmart a handful of times and usually, I got lost, but not trampled. The trampling fear comes from those scary stories that come about after or during Black Friday about people who die because they fall and are trampled, when all they came for was the Malibu Snowshoe Princess Dream Castle Barbie and Ken set. THAT MAKES ME SCARED TO THE POINT WHERE I FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE IN ALL CAPS. Anyway, this Walmart trip, I got neither lost or trampled and also found a plethora of different junk foods.

Even though it still gives me a little bit of anxiety, I am no longer completely frightened, and may even go back in the near future. As I explained to a friend of mine the other day, "I may actually like Walmart because it is like a blue Target with bad smelling candles and great candy".

Now, I know this is a weird fear. Don't we all have weird fears, though? We all have weird things about us, and it bothers me that we can't talk about it as people. Especially since I'm in high school, it bothers me that we can't talk about our "weird" in public. Normal is not natural, just like perfection isn't. I'm weird, to the point that I am (I have to get used to saying used to be) afraid of Walmart, I'm obsessed with little someones like Marina and the Diamonds and Leonardo DiCaprio, I like alphabetizing, and I frequently write blog posts that I think are funny and discuss how I know everything so that all of the fake people and nice relatives (Hi, Mom) who read it can pat me on the back and say "Awwww". I like being weird. I also like the faces people make when I talk about my "weird". They're fun. Now please don't going around screaming about your family secrets or whatever, but be weird. As an example, WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Also, I thought I'd embed my favorite song right now. Brilliant video, too. "Midnight City" by M83

Abby, Absolute Wannabe

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