I know this subforum is not meant for storytelling, but these things are in a way what I hold onto, when the rest of the world seems dead and uncaring.

Was bunch of years ago, me and friend was visiting my friend's family and we went to the store to shop, me, friend and friend's mom. We bought about a bag of stuff. There is no such thing here as a profession as packing groceries. They just roll down to a big square where you have a ramp to put your bag and then you pack it. It does help to be more than one to shop, then one can bring up the groceries, the checkout person can ring them up and the other person can pack the bag. So I was chosen to pack the stuff.

Thing is that is one of my leftover OCD symptoms, I just stare at that square to really try to let it sink in that I packed everything and didn't forget anything, not the tiniest thing. So no one can be more sure than me, that everything was put into the bag.

When we come home, the big cheese we selected was missing. I said of course not my fault, even if friends narcissistic mom of course blamed me first thing. I said honestly I know for sure everything that came to me, I packed, but I also said I am unsure of any item I packed, I just know I didn't miss anything. So just by memory I couldn't say if the cheese was packed or not.

So my friend checks the receipt because my friend's next thought is that it stayed in the cart for some reason. But no, it was paid for.

So that cheese got missing between my friend's mom and me. My only absurd thought was that the staff person stole it! Haha. But it's the only thing that makes sense. Or somehow it rolled off from the middle and ended up on the floor? Which is almost less possible as our staff have chairs, so it would have ended up in her lap.

At the time I didn't view it as weird. I was just trying to protect myself emotionally from my mom's accusations, she can be really mean. Everything is someone elses fault. I mean this time it wasn't her fault clearly, but even when things are her fault she never admits to it, not even to herself I think.

But thinking back, this big cheese, vanishing just like that.

Should I blame cheese loving aliens for beaming it up?

Once again I joke around but, this stuff amazes me and it does have a huge impact on my take on life. I think it might be where I might be able to one day realize that life is bigger.