One time, when I was working at a summer camp as a specialty staff, my coworker/roommate who I barely talked to and barely knew randomly pulled out his switch and asked me if I could do a part of Celeste he was stuck on. I said sure, and did it for him, but then asked why he asked me in particular. He just said I 'seemed like the type of guy to have beaten Celeste'. I haven't started socially transitioning, so I don't know where that vibe came from, and I still think about it 
Every so often on long road trips I'll stop in to a walmart and wander around to get snacks and shake out my legs, and then completely lose track of space and time. I'll be looking at a wall of gatorades and realize I don't know what state I'm in, what year it is, where I came from, where I'm going. I'm simply in wal-mart. The wal-mart. The wal-mart that exists at the confluence of all possible wal-marts. The ultimate liminal space, the place where reality melts in to impossibility.
Been there, totally get it. There's a lot of small towns you can drive through that give the same feel, as well. Once you get away from the metropolises and surrounding suburban sprawl. Like they're all trapped in the architectural styles of decades past that the present day has forgotten.
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There is no legitimate reason why society should prevent you from just shooting local cops. They're literally bandits and serve no legitimate social purpose at all, even for protecting the property off the burgersie.
Costco does that to me. They're extremely consistent with only a few different internal layouts. And I used to go to one as a kid every 1-2 weeks, and now I rarely go, so I always feel like I'm in my hometown's Costco.
I know there's a stereotype about american walmarts, but holy shit were they weird when i used to tour. 3am, in between towns, just going in to grab some microwave food and chips, and it felt disorienting. Just the most bland lighting possible with the bottom rung of society wandering its aisles, looking for the next cheap hit of fat and salt, slowly being ground down by life itself. Absolutely wild to an outsider like me.
It's a shame that we've become so inured to the superstore because they are such strange and surreal places. If you put a medieval peasant in one for 15 minutes they would go back and found a whole new religion
It's called a cargo cult, dad, and we already had those!
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I'm gonna be honest here, that might be a you problem. How old are you again?