I saw a horse today inside the supermarket, wearing the most peculiar attire. I was shuffling through the aisles with my cart full yummy processed goods when I saw it in the produce section, donning a white lab coat coated in a thick layer mud and lab goggles tightly secured with a rubber strap, standing on its back hooves and pushing the cart forward with its front hooves. I stopped and stood with a dropped jaw and wide-eyes. The horse, minding its own business, curls back its top lip as it eyes the corn cobs and prudently picks out the freshest cobs-- whose freshness can be determined moist green husks and fresh silk tassels-- gently with its front teeth and drops it in the cart before moving on to the apples. I have to give it to em, that horse knows how to pick its corn. Anyhow, I looked around to gauge others' reaction to this unusual sight. Certainly someone who works at the store has already contacted some sort of authority to have the horse removed. I mean this must be violating some sanitary code or something-- its a fucking horse in a grocery store, not to mention all the dried mud flaking off its coat and getting everywhere! But no one was even batting an eye at the horse, they all just went about their day, crossing items off their list and comparing prices between name brand and generic products! I followed the horse for a while as it shopped. No one else ever even so glanced at the bipedal, mad scientist-looking horse as it clopped through the store. Eventually I stopped following the horse. It had been an two hours since I had arrived at the store and I had work tomorrow morning, so I went to self-check out and then went home.

We live in a world of dependencies. Sweet nectar-like chemicals that wet the appetite, bright glittering screens and swipes and likes that flood the brain with dopamine, and drugs that stimulate and sedate. I, personally, am addicted to many things. Coffee, weed, sugar, social media, all of which are needed to keep me contently isolated on my hamster wheel. We are all addicted to something, stimulants to get us out of bed and increase productivity, sedatives so we can quiet our anxious hearts and go to bed on time. Maybe one day we'll admit it and start to heal together.

Whether I forgive a certain someone depends on what they did and whether they show remorse for what they did. There are one to two people I could never forgive for what they did, but a big part of it is that they never asked for forgiveness. Those who ask for forgiveness, did something I could forgive, and show remorse for what they did, I would say "Thank you for apologizing, I forgive you. It isn't a big deal."