who DOESN'T love inchworms?

So today I am sick. Very very sick. I’m a big believer in the wholistic medicine idea that you get sick when not only your immune system is weak but when your heart is too. What I’m trying to say in my own overly-dramatic way is that emotions are clearly tied to your physical well-being.

Today I ventured outside to get cold medicine from Eating Well, telling myself that I’d make it there and back with no one witnessing my sickly self. Clearly that’s impossible in Waterloo. First I ran into cute-boy-who-eats-couscous-from-a-jar. Then Dan. Then my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend (who I oh-so-smoothly avoided by running in the opposite direction). At Eating Well I met Arielle for the first time (although we apparently met at Josh’s party) and she preceded to make comments about Jacob, leading me to believe that she does not know we have since broken up. It’s sort of a weird thing to tell people, so instead of telling her I got awkward, continuously smiled and started rambling about inchworms. That’s normal, isn’t it?

THEN something weird happened. I had just finished sharing my I’m-so-sick story with Melanie and was browsing the tea aisle for something that would magically make me better when a customer came up to me and asked if I knew anything about chakras. I admitted that I knew very little (even though I’d like to know more) and he said that he wasn’t going to come up to me but as soon as he saw me he had the urge to tell me what to do. He asked if I felt pulled in different directions, like people kept asking and expecting more of me. And if I was easily pushed around. Then he said that I’d feel better if I rubbed my left shoulder while repeating “I will not feel guilty” over and over again. So apparently I give off a “tell me what to do” vibe, even with random strangers. This explains a lot.