It's a monumental day in a number of ways:
Julie and I got out of the house for like four hours! We walked to the mall! We walked around IN the mall! We sat down to a lovely lunch!
It was cold but pleasant to plod single-file down the game trail of pedestrian tracks down Johnson St... sidewalks, curbs still totally invisible. As above, so below -- the sky and ground matched starkly white all day and still do. The opaque strip of the visible world seemed powerless to wear any colors today. Even the red car I see across the street now looks grey.
It was 11:15 when we made it to the parking lot of the South Gate Mall -- desolate, a VW Beetle parked apparently for days, covered in a foot of snow. We approached one of the ends of the mall, so all we could see was the bleakness of the great brown wall with its humongous letters spelling out, "Dillard's".
As we walked ever-nearer, I stared up at it, and felt the great windowless box of retail looming over us. We were walking up crunchingly across the lot, and it was very quiet, and I was amazed and thrilled by the post-apocalyptic mood of the whole scene.
Julie & I shared nervous laughter as we approached the main doors around the corner.
Soon, and IN we were, and it was juxtaposition to the extreme. Suddenly there were regular people milling about all around us, with babies and old folks in tow, juggling their DQ soda cups and shopping bags, and carrying on just as if the world outside hadn't already ended.
My new bestie and I exchanged glances that may be exchanged before people step off a ledge with bungee cord equipment tied to their ankles.
First item of business: Find a bench and un-bundle. Gloves, scarves, hats, coats.
We are not people who go to the mall, but we've been snowed in for three days, and it's the only thing within walking distance in this cold. We're people who make thrift-shop rounds. Malls are full of Top-40 music, aggressive sales associates, bedazzled kiosks, and the types of consumers that nearly incited panic attacks within me when I was twenty.
64-oz Diet Pepsi, the sort of consumers who truly believe that, "The more you spend, the more you $ave!"
For the first few minutes the sensory overload was apparent, but we were determined to enjoy ourselves and try to shrug off the sense that we were in a zoo. "People go shopping at the mall. That's what we're doing. We are people."
First: A big shop full of randoms! Horribly cheap, creepy clothing. Montana-themed gifts. Lots of cool kitchen stuff in the back.
Potato peeler. Garlic press. Grater.
Postcards of Missoula for the fam'.
Alright, we can do this!
We'd approach a shop and squint. "Do you want to check it out?"
"I dunno if I should. Maybe. Do you?"
"Meh, I dunno, I guess."
My inner 15-year-old giggled at the sight of Wet Seal, and it was so full of ultra-cheap fun crap on Super-Sale, I found myself leaving with a hat and a floral crop-tip.
Trying on various dresses was the best idea of the day -- I haven't seen myself in anything but layers for months. I've been bundled up and thanks to how my recent relationship disintegrated, I've felt my usual Zip and Zap reduced to more Meh and Bleh.
Summertime is COMING! and I am still allowed to be FOXY! Can't wait to unearth the bicycle and tie the laces on a new pair of purple Vans.
I had a great time feeling 25 in the some stores. I have absolutely no clue what the "Kids These Days" care about in 2014. It made me chuckle.
Then I walked past the Coldwater Creek shop and half-cringed. Julie and I had the exact same thought: We've thrifted their clothes plenty of times, but can't bring ourselves to set foot in there.
We ate at The Mustard Seed which wound up being GREAT. They even had a vegan/GF dessert option. We gorged on delicious food brought to us by a real, live Server. So much more grand and appealing than our dissolving supply of rations at the house. I think both of us were tired of opening the cupboards at home after the long weekend.
Marveled at the thought: This, for both of us, was the first time either of us as adults had "chosen to go Shopping At The Mall," without a Mom or a family-venture involved.
We spent a surprisingly long time at the Gap rummaging through sale stuff, and I got a great periwinkle sweater.
"Recessionista Chic," indeed.
We walked home quietly. It was a good excursion.
How else is today monumental?
Matt returns to Kalispell.
Flipping thru the previous journal for a moment earlier, we had SO MANY issues. He was horrible, and living with that brought out the worst in me. I barely wrote, didn't call my parents the way I usually do, I slept way too late, and got so depressed I quit my job.
From June to December, I held on to what I 'knew' of Matt from last summer and last winter. I held on to June '12 thru May '13... and June '13 thru Jan. '14 were, let's get real now: Disastrous.
I wanted him to be .. who he made himself out to be .. but none of that person really existed.
He was a different person, and I couldn't believe it. I kept vigorously shaking my head, blinking my eyes, blinking again, and repeating -- trying to shake myself out of the nightmare of a relationship that was... actually a nightmare.
Of course I'm doomed to be empathetic forever so I hope he'll be OK, and well, but I can guarantee he's incapable of feeling that way about me, or about anyone, because he doesn't have real feelings.
People may disagree with that statement and think I'm being a twat, but it's a valid statement. He "thinks he feels how he thinks he should feel" about any given situation. I know this because I spent every waking moment by his side for 8 months, which in retrospect were the most confusing, grueling, agitating, stunning and heartbreaking 8 months of my life.
Guess I'm still learning! Yippee for that..
That relationship... It was like I won the lottery,
but the prizes wound up being not worth anything, and even though I still felt congratulated, I'd go to bed at night with Nothing, and I kept thinking its value would increase, but zero times millions is still zero.
Quoth my big sister: "Make him the last loser you ever date."
