​Human Target Practice

I am walking around this large Bloomingdale’s in NYC, shazaming everything. I haven’t even considered buying myself anything until jussssst now. Not cause of the music, I’m still absolutely shopping. I’ve grown to be… reserved? I don’t know the word for it but basically I’ve stopped considering self in major ways. I got these big ass earrings for literally no reason by the time I got through the shopping complex to make up to myself. I drop into the drivers seat, throw 5 shopping bags in the backseat and look disgusted at my earrings. “You look fucking ignorant”

I drop in, I say hello, I drop off shopping bags and video games for my rooms of nieces and nephews and the various other babies of the family. I can’t relate to any of the adults or peers conversations cause They aren’t Saying anything of note, nothing is important

and the jokes are 20 years old. The kids are the future anyway

I pull into my parking spot, I smoked on the way here so I’ll spend another 30 here before I get out. I rack my brain about literally and actually nothing. I haven’t bothered to learn anything new recently, I haven’t touched a book in a year either. I haven’t cared much, I’ve figured it out. I guess