I won’t run an errand unless I’ve picked a time I think will be quiet. A Sunday night, or an early hour before the crowds. I tell myself it’s efficient. Really, I hate being boxed in by people who don’t follow the rules I expect them to. Their randomness produces something inside me that I don’t want to feel. I’d rather never need to confront that about myself. It’s easier than being the one who can handle anything.
