I did. Well sort of. I realized as soon as I was outside. Apparently my brain has some association with the outdoors that includes breast support?
I stood at the top of the steps and contemplated my options. My hands were full of trashbags from cleaning out of the pantry and going back through two locked doors with those bags seemed hard.
And then I realized. I’m the only one who really cares. And I just won’t. So I kept walking. And when I was driving to Kroger I was wondering whether I could ACTUALLY do it. Go into Kroger with the girls unleashed.
I got gas and spent the whole time feeling like I was naked.
I parked the car, sat in the car, then reversed the car out of the parking space and went home. I couldn’t face Kroger with my boobs undocked.
It’s hard to say how much my natural antipathy for Kroger played into that, but it’s definite that my brain was screaming at me that I was naked.
It’s amazing that these free blowing breasts that I am so unaware of when I’m at home could become so all encompassing in my mind when I’m not at home. Our brains are a blizzard of irrational associations and urges. Today, despite fitting all the criteria for legal decency I felt like a naked school girl on test day.