same, except i even dislike shopping at the grocery store. even in a giant warehouse, it's always a claustrophobic clusterfluff, and ironically leave feeling drained, rather than replenished. then the guilt comes from passing by those who are in need because it's not like i even need all the things i am obtaining. the worst is when strangers stare at you for any reason, whether out of judgment or lust, as if i gave them permission to objectify my being and reject my humanity simply for being there.
i thought i wanted to be alone, but maybe all i really wanted was some space to myself so i could breathe...