The other day, I was watching a video, and I had a reaction to it that prompted this brief list of popular trains I can’t board:
Costco is amazing, but I just… no. I have a panic attack every time I go into a Costco. I mean, every time no matter what.
Your guess is as good as mine. Nothing awful has ever happened to me in a Costco. This makes no sense at all. Costco is my only consistent panic “trigger,” and I have no idea why.
It’s just a huge warehouse with people milling and mingling haphazardly, and everything is towering and disorganized, and the products are piled so high, and you don’t know who or what is coming around the corner, and you don’t know where anything is, and the layout of the place doesn’t seem to make sense, and the noises echo and bounce off the walls, and, and, and, et cetera, ad nauseum.
I could launch into some anecdotes about my panic episodes in Costco in both Arizona and California, but that would result in a complete essay, and how boring would that be? My Ridiculous Panic Attacks in Costco, by Kristi Garboushian. I’ll refrain. (You’re welcome.)
Suffice it to say that the other day (here’s the event that spawned this blog post), I had a panic attack while I was watching a vlog of some people shopping in a Costco. I seriously can’t even see the inside of a Costco on video without having this reaction.
Is there a name for this? Costcophobia?
2). Game of Thrones.
I watched most of the first season, and I tried hard to get into it. I plunged in with great expectations because of the series’ high ratings, immense popularity and sheer aesthetic appeal, but my interest waned progressively with each episode. While I could recognize and appreciate the excellence of the writing, acting, cinematography, costumes and basically the entire production, I couldn’t sit the season through to the end.
The reason is simply that fantasy isn’t a genre I enjoy enough to make the mental effort it takes to keep track of everybody running around in that series.
I couldn’t keep up with who was related to whom, and all the interconnections between individuals and groups of characters, and all the intimate liaisons, and who died/got killed (and for what reason), and who was going where, and why, and so on. First it interested me, then it tired me, then it bored me, and that was the end.
(Like most of the rest of humanity, Callaghan enjoyed it, so he’s still watching. I’m glad for him.)
My general disinterest in fantasy (there have been exceptions, like Harry Potter, which I love) contradicts my deep fascination with the paranormal and my affection for most science fiction –especially super high-octane sci-fi with lots of action and cheesy comic book panache, like Tank Girl, Serenity, Transformers and Pacific Rim.
It’s human nature to be contradictory, I guess.
On Callaghan’s part, there’s a highly rated and extremely popular Netflix series that he can’t watch, and that’s Orange is the New Black. Actually, it’s even worse than that… Orange is the New Black is to Callaghan what Costco is to me. He just can’t deal with it at all; it agitates and angers him.
I liked it, though. Maybe one day I’ll continue watching it.
Beets are nutritional superstars, and I wish I could eat them with enjoyment. As it is, I can barely tolerate them. I love food and I want to love everything that I eat. For me, barely tolerating a food equals zero enjoyment in the whole food experience.
I’m not sure why I don’t like beets. I guess I find something suspicious (unpleasantly incongruous?) about their particular type of sweetness, and the metallic aftertaste in my mouth after I eat them nauseates me a little. I don’t know. On one occasion, I went to a restaurant and the roasted vegetables I ordered included small, whole roasted beets. They were of the yellow variety, and they were more palatable to me than the standard purplish-red ones.
Beets don’t make me sick-sick, though… I could eat them if I wanted to, but I don’t bother. When they arrive on my salad, I pass them over to Callaghan, who accepts them with alacrity. Good for him!
That wraps it up. Have a great Friday and weekend, everyone!
2 thoughts on “Costco is my Kryptonite, and other tales of things I want to have in my life, but can’t, because they’d kill me.”
I used to have major panic attacks going into Costco too! Still one of my lease fave places to go and avoid at all costs!! I have to go in with my daughters. Otherwise, I run and hide. And I empathize with you having a panic attack over watching a vlog of Costco. The same thing happens to me when I watch people in movies/television on planes. I literally feel myself tensing up and becoming short of breath. I am working through that fear but it takes time.
Have you read Octavia Butler? I have read one of her books and very much enjoyed it!
Hi Jules, what IS it about Costco?! I completely empathize with you, of course, and about your fear of flying, too. I used to have a mild fear of flying, but I’m mostly fine with it now (it’s still not my favorite thing to do, though).
No, I haven’t read anything by Octavia Butler! I should check into her. =) Thanks for the recommendation!