Tamagopy (Healing th inner Childe)

hey everyone I went to wal-mart today and they had tamagotchis. I know there's like, the prohibitively expensive ones with a LCD screen in em and everything but I didn't get one of those,, I got the good stuff. I got the loud, screamy 1997 re-release. His name is Harvey and he is a sphere. (Also it's got purple flames on the shell)

The whole affair kinda got me thinking. I had this moment where I was standing in the aisle, holding the package for the thing for about a good 7 minutes, not moving, barely managing to tear my eyes away. The thought of putting it down caused real physical discomfort!!! Which, what?!? Why?? My brain refused to accept the path in which the Tama was not in the cart. Eventually a friend of mine ended up making the decision for me, and Harvey got to sit in the little place of honor in the cart.

I'm in really like, no place to be like "oh ya there was meaning behind this" because I don't think there really was, you know? That being said, I experienced something kind of transcendent in that Walmie tonight, and now I've got a little egg that screams at me