Before I heard about the Target security breach, I went to the store all the time for groceries. Other than grocery shopping, I do my best to avoid Target because it has always struck me as a bit creepy. Whenever I’m in the store I feel as though I’m trapped in a maze. I can never seem to find what I’m looking for without first wandering through various aisles of distractions. I notice fellow Target shoppers seem to be the same way.
The people of Target don’t remind me of shoppers so much as they do zombies. Their eyes are invariably glazed over, and rather than looking forward, they’re glancing around incessantly at the bombardment of sale and clearance items, which they reluctantly add to their cart as if by force rather than will. I kid you not, every time I’m in Target I see at least two such zombies accidentally run into one another, too distracted to even notice the other’s presence.
This frightens me because in a world full of beautiful strangers in which we’re all fighting the same battles with different demons, we can’t afford to miss eachother. For some, a few hours at target may be the only human interaction they have all day. The fact that this interaction is primarily characterized by mindlessly passing eachother is just plain sad. People fear the security breach will stop a lot of people from shopping at Target this holiday season, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.