I don't get out much. It seems like when I do I can't wait to get home. Granted I have SAD and perhaps agoraphobia. It seems like the grocery store affects me the most. I'm in strange circumstances so I don't have access to a stove. I mostly eat microwave stuff and junk, usually the same stuff every month. Being there reminds me of being in the kitchen with my ex, cooking together. I see people that actually have jobs. I see people with their friends, lovers, families. It leaves me feeling crushed, like now. I keep promising myself I'll at least get some different stuff. Then, the next time I just want to get the hell out as soon as possible. So, I end up just throwing the same stuff in the cart for a faster departure. There's other stuff but that's the gist. It's a chore to keep myself from breaking down right in the store.