Hi, my name is Amanda, and I'm a grocophobic

So, as I've blogged before, I seem to have issues in the supermarket. Call me dumb, I don't know what it is about the supermarket, but I freak out. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a list! All these people bustling about, like they know what they're making for dinner every night, and they know just where to find everything. Jerks! What are they trying to prove? I just get very paranoid. What if I get the wrong thing, or forget expensive meat behind at the check out again!? What if I forget something on my list that I need! I'm sure the world would just stop on its axis and we'd all go flying off into oblivion! Ok, I don't really think that. The more crowded the supermarket, the worse I feel. Its like claustrophobia, but only in grocery stores, grocaphobia, as I like to call it. Forget HEB, It's never mellow enough for me. I usually stick to Kroger because no one shops there. But then I wonder "why don't people shop here" and then I get nervous about that. Last week (picking out meat again, I swear I should just back away from meat) I was at the meat counter and was looking at what they had, when the lady innocently asked if I needed help. So I asked for a few seconds to look, and she just stood there and stared at me. Like, not casual, watching to make sure I was finding stuff ok, but full on "gazer beam" staring at me! She creeped me out...so I left the meat counter, meatless. In other situations, I promise I'm fairly normal, but I've discovered this odd pattern when I grocery shop. Perhaps it's God's way of saying, "Amanda, you should be a farmer." Or perhaps I should just chill out. Or make that my husbands job....but then all we'd eat is ramen and hot dogs, but we'd have meat. We would have meat.