I love shopping because it’s a way to express my mood
I want to go to the mall.
I do not want to go on a pirate ship, a rocket ship, or on an underwater
submarine.
I do not consent to going to a distant land right now.
I do not consent to going to Antarctica or Africa at this time.
I do not consent to that at this time.
Dear God, please do not make me go to Africa right now or to a pirate ship.
I want to go to the mall with my friends and my family,
And be enveloped in a warm hug of love where they all think I’m the best.
My teacher said Im ugly and said I’m just nothing and I just deserve to die.
I want to go to the store with my crush who wants me to buy something
there.
He wants to buy it for me there.
I want to go to a new store that’s really unique and no one ever had it
before.
I do not want to be killed by meteors, tsunamis, earthquakes, or other forms
of quote unquote natural disasters at this time.
I do not consent to being destroyed by weather events.
At this time I do not consent to being attacked by wildlife.
Please do not right now make me be attacked in a way that can never be
undone.
I do not want to be clinging for life or begging for my life on a cliff.
I want to be in a place that’s normal.
I want to buy something that’s so amazing that no one ever saw it before
and the people at the store who work there think I was so friendly that they
always want me to come there.
I’m not at a place in my life where I feel comfortable being attacked on the
streets by someone that needs to be at the hospital.
I want to be protected by the city, the mayor, and the senator.
I’ve made mistakes, but that doesn’t mean I deserve to be drowned in the
sea.
I do not consent to being dragged to the bottom of the ocean by a creature
that doesn’t know right from wrong.
I want to wear a headband that is really unique.
I don’t deserve to be tortured like in a movie where they torture you for
years.
I consent and say yes to having all my bones skin and hair and everything
else to all please remain how it is unless it were to grow in a natural way
that doesn’t hurt anyone and makes me look better and feel amazing and
not be dangerous to my health or cause me pain or make me disfigured or
destroyed in any kind of permanent or semi-permanent manner.
I do not consent to having horrible chemicals going near me.
I do not consent to having my wishes misrepresented and granted to me in
“bad faith” by a cruel genie determined to make my life a living hell.
I love my bracelet, my shoes, and my purse.
I’m so excited about going to my favorite store.
I feel like I can really be myself at my favorite store.
I tell all my friends about my favorite store, but I hope they don’t buy my
favorite items because I would like to have them.
I don’t always like everything at the store but even an honorable
shopkeeper sometimes stocks shameful wares.
There’s nothing wrong with being creative, and it’s mostly considered
normal to be creative these days.
But there’s something that’s been on my mind.
My friend’s boyfriend was bit by a mouse.
He got bit by a mouse where he lived because the mouse was there.
The mouse was eating the same food as him and it proceeded to attack
him, jumping on his body with fear and shock, launching into an attack on
my friend’s boyfriend.
My friend’s boyfriend feels uncomfortable about this situation and doesn’t
feel comfortable about it.
He feels scared, I guess, about what happened.
He feels like maybe he should be ashamed.
It’s possible he was abused and it made him become ashamed.
I’m reading Freud, which made me realize that.
Freud asserted that being abused could make you feel uncomfortable.
Logically, it makes sense, but people don’t like to talk about how when they
were a child they got abused sexually by their family.
But I do, because sometimes I need to get it off my chest.
Sometimes, I go shopping so I can be the best dressed.
Sometimes it’s amazing, so I can be the best.
Come shopping with me, a shirt or a vest.
I’m so sorry for hurting you in the past.
Please stop abusing me and let’s jump with a splash.