I didn’t want to move this weekend but I didn’t acknowledge that until the weekend was over and I hadn’t done anything.
“Hey, do you want to go do something?” someone would ask me.
“Yeah,” I would say, hesitating. “I don’t know.”
People won’t usually force you to do something if you put up a weak and sustained fight, so, luckily, I was able to alienate most people I talked to.
I don’t really know what I did do most of the weekend, but I do know I only left my apartment once for more than an hour.
I went out to look for furniture because, for some reason, I’ve recently decided I need things for my apartment even though it has been almost empty for a year.
One store I went to put me in a bad mood, so maybe that’s why I stayed inside for the rest of the weekend.
In that store, a thrift store, I was looking at a piece of furniture I was thinking I might buy. I asked an employee if it had all its parts, but the employee told me it was missing some.
I said I understood, but told the employee I would continue looking. The employee thought about my decision and told me that I could buy the left-over parts from similar items and use those to assemble the item I wanted to buy.
“That’s OK,” I said.
“It’s really easy,” the employee said.
I didn’t know what to do so I walked away pretending to be interested in something on the other side of the store.
