People who know me have implied - and this wasn't all that long ago - that I might be borderline agoraphobic. I reject that. Maybe I just don't want to go out.
- If you're in a place that has no K Mart and an inconveniently located Target, and Wal-Mart is your only choice for white cereal bowl shopping, then maybe that's depression.
- What if you'd rather stretch out on an air mattress to watch Judge Judy instead of going out to the supermarket to take advantage of the 5 for $10 Marie Callender frozen meal special, is that agoraphobia or is that merely having options?
- What would you rather do - sneak a midday catnap or try to hunt down a Dollar Tree to see if they have the same plastic mixing bowls on the west coast as they have on the east coast?
I posit that none of these situations are indicators of agoraphobia but rather they are choices and not difficult ones, either. Who's with me on this?