It only struck me when I found myself wondering why my feet were protesting so much. Here's the thought process:
Me: Ow, my feet hurt.
(I don't know why I put in a 'Me'. My thought process only involves me)
That's not true.
Oh, right.
Me: Ow, my feet hurt.
Me: I wonder why.
Me: Good though, maybe I've exercised unconsciously and lost some weight.
...
Me: Where but, what did I do.
Me: Shit, what time is it!?
Me: OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN HERE 6 HOURS!
You're a moron.
Ey.
I felt terrible when it struck me. Just repeatedly the thought of 'oh my god, you spent a whole bloody day in a mall, just walking around, eating junk, buying nonsense, and and what. how. how 6 hours. how did this happen. that hot chocolate was good though. no, focus. HOW.'
Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed myself, I had a good day. I spent time with a friend, I felt like some stores hadn't yet launched a 'let's make our clothes smaller and make her feel fat' conspiracy. I bought a case, with a bow, for my writing and art pens.
I ate mushrooms filled with cheese and fried with crumbs.
I drank some really refreshing Lemon Ice Tea. I mean, not often that I walk away thinking 'refreshing' 'equivalent of a Lyril ad'.
I had some amazing hot chocolate, you know the ones with a block of chocolate stuck on a stick which melts gloriously into your hot mug of milk. HAZELNUT chocolate no less.
Good days are found in the most unexpected places. Actually, maybe it is not so unexpected, maybe this explains the crowds flocking towards PHOENIX MARKET CITY every weekend, taking selfies against escalators and toilets.
But
Yes ok I took a selfie.