Somewhere in the time/space continuum, my thoughts about getting older changed. I noticed that I began feeling like my time here on earth was numbered, like my life was slowly being drained from my body and there was NOTHING I could do about it.
I swear I could hear the hands of time tick... tick... ticking away. Getting louder and louder.
I tried to take my thoughts elsewhere. I tried to think "happy thoughts" to make the feelings of doom go away. "Visualize, just visualize", I told myself. Visualize a better state of mind. A timeless state... yeah...
It didn't really work, though. The images that formed in my failed visualizations were like those time-lapse videos that show vibrant plants drooping, wilting, browning, drying up, blowing away. Dust to dust.
Drat, if only I could go back to those carefree moments when I was younger and wasn't under these suffocating thoughts of my pending demise. What was it that had changed? Where had I gotten this negative attitude? Where had I lost control? I'd go back to that point and make better decisions.
I would go back and decide to, instead, go to cashier number 9 instead of cashier number 7. Yet cashier number 7 had looked so promising, so I forgave myself for the bad choice I'd made.
As it turned out, cashier 7 was a gaping time-sucking abyss.
Cashier 7 with only one other customer. One other customer who had a boat load of groceries. A boat load of groceries that he tried to pay for with some sort of mystery card. Some sort of mystery card that required a photo ID. A photo ID he didn't have, that matched the information on the mystery card... mystery card... mystery card... (*echoes from the time-sucking abyss*)
A manager was called, the problem cleared up. All the while, my life was slowly draining. I was getting older.
Finally, I shuffled my old lady self to cashier 7. Cashier 7 rang up my must-have-passed-the-expiration-dates-by-now foodstuffs.
"OH, hold on", cashier 7 commanded. "I'm out of receipt tape..."
I wanted so badly to go back about 15 minutes to when I was younger.
From this week's Mama Kat's writing prompt:
"Write something that begins and ends with the words "When I was younger"