Suburban Angst

Part I
The check-out lady at Kroger's reminded me of my suburban angst with her reaction to my putting two packages of chicken in one plastic bag. She pulled it out and threw it down as if she was insulted that I was trying to get away with hiding the second package from her. She would have never thought that I could possibly be trying to save a plastic bag...b/c what kind of freaking hippie crap is that?

But instead of telling her of my intentions, I just put them back in one bag. Why argue or try to explain the color of fijian aqua blue to someone who's use to the dreary drab of slushy gray?

Part II
I'm blinded by the vision of that red bullseye Hello... Goodbuy... HELL NO!! GOODBYE!!!

I'm blinded by the endless stretch of highway and multiple lanes...(Michigan seems to have built roads for SUV first, THEN buildings and houses.)

I've become numb to the haughty expressions of white suburbian upper middle glass middle age women...

I'm confused as to how I should look, what I should wear, how I should talk, so that I can move like a chameleon in this place...because I did want so bad to belong...because isn't this where my baby will be brought up healthiest?????? But I don't want her to suffer from suburban blues or angst.

But it seems impossible with my jet black unapologetically straight hair flapping around my face, reminding me that I just can't tame it...it's in my roots...it's in my blood...

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