tonight, the supermarket was out of bread.  i think people like any diversion they can get from the routines into which they have chosen to be locked.  that's why the weather 'entertainers' are making such a big deal of this storm, so early; hell, they started their chicken-little routines thursday!  but everybody was almost cheerful at the supermarket tonight, even giddy.  we were all feeling secure in our mutual need --regardless of how true, or not true, that need may turn out to be.  because all we want, really, is an excuse to acknowledge that we do like each other, an excuse to lower our guard in the safety of a shared crisis which equalizes us --or, rather, which allows us to let go of the pretense --the lie --that we were ever unequal in the first place.  it's a relief. .

course, i'm probably clinically depressed, so what would i know about it?