I can be mean sometimes...

I would say that for the most part I am a pretty friendly person. There are times I find myself in situations that make me uncomfortable and I tend to just shut down and look at the floor, straight ahead, or anywhere other than making eye contact with someone else. I am not proud of this; I don't do this because I don't care about people. It's more that I have so many things on my plate that I sometimes just don't want to deal with random strangers. As I am writing this I realize just how aweful it sounds! So let me give a little example.

Clackamas Town Center Mall has about a bajillion little kiosks throughout the shopping center. T-moble, Tubberwear, random crappy hand lotion, Hermit Crab pets with painted shells, faux hair extensions, those little bags filled with corn and aromatherapy that you heat in the microwave and then wrap around your neck for your aches and pains....etc. I really hate these things, because they are generally unnecessary knick knacks or overpriced junk. In terms of the cell phones, I really hate being approached by them because I ALREADY have a cell phone. If anyone on the planet does not have one but wants one, they can visit a Verizon kiosk at their own free will. Making a trip from one end of the mall to another is like a round of dodgeball. I pretty much press up against the opposite wall and look at the floor to avoid eye contact. Once you make eye contact with these people, they flock to you like moths to a light. They are so desparate to make a commission; even stooping to criticizing my luscious wavy locks to sell me a hair straigtener (totally kidding about the "luscious locks" ;) . So anyway, I speed up my stride and look the other way, but sometimes they still come on over with the, "Excuse me miss. EXCUSE ME, Can I talk to you for a second?" and I just blurt out "NO THANKYOU" and scurry away as fast as I can. It's not very kind of me, I know. But I think that there is just about nothing I hate more than these high pressure sale sitations. It brings out the ugly side of me, as I mentioned before. Anyway, I guess I just had to make that little confession.