Far from the Mall Crowd

by Will Bailey

Max stimulation.

Don’t crowd me. I’m not saying I don’t like attention. I do. I love attention. But if you are going to give it to me, do it from a safe distance, namely 50 to 100 feet, or 15.24 to 30.48 meters for those of you who enjoy systems of measure built on logic. It’s not that I have weird personal space issues, or an unusually sensitive sense of smell, it’s that I can’t be in a crowd of people without attempting to analyze the behaviors of every single individual. Sure, there are plenty of folks who can sit down in a crowded train station and completely tune out all the noise and activity surrounding them. I’m not one of them. I like to think of myself as one of those quirky television detectives who solves crimes by talking to ghosts, or drinking large amounts of cough syrup, only my “special gift” is becoming so over-stimulated in a large crowd that I get the shakes and pass out. OK, that last part was an embellishment, but the overstimulation part is 100% true. It’s so bad that I’ve considered investing in a pair of those noise-cancelling headphones and wearing them whenever I leave the house. That is, until I did a little homework and found out that I could buy a small car for the price of those things. At this rate I might as well visit the mall while inside my tiny car to maintain a comfortable sense of separation without being a total shut-in. “I don’t need a bag for those, just throw them in my trunk, please.”

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