I fucking hate malls.

People don't walk in any regular pattern or at the same speed. Full of smelly kids and their dumbstruck parents. I REALLY do not understand how some choose to spend their time at the mall as a recreational activity (other than going with a specific destination in mine, like the cinema). Whenever the circumstances force me to wonder around one for more than ten minutes, for me it's the equivalent of several hours of work, energywise.

Generally I hate people, but malls are the places where I hate them the most. Fuck!

*climbs out of rocking chair*

You know back in my day, back when the internet still just in its infancy, the mall was a great place to go and hangout with friends.

If you want some carthisis have you ever wandered into a dead mall? There's a YouTube series on it and I find it really fascinating.

Putting all the people in one small box, with shiny things to occupy them, is a social good.

Then I know the one place to avoid.

@starrynights89 We (romanians) didn't exactly have malls until 15 years ago or so. As for me specifically, I grew up in the country side. That might have to so with it, but certainly we had a different version of 'having fun'.

And yes, I'd certainly like to check that channel out. Sounds like smth eerie and silenthill-esque.

@DutulescuRemus I'd suggest starting here:

https://youtube.com/watch/...

In my city we've had 3 malls go under, not quite this bad though.

I can't stand malls either. I don't understand what people fun about walking around a giant building and wandering aimlessly while burning all your money towards super expensive products.

Then there's the frickin people, or should I say the FRICKIN DUMBER-THAN-ROCKS TODDLER-WALKING-LIKE EGOTISTICAL CARBON-BASED LIFE FORMS. These ppl seriously need some lessons on how to walk properly in a public setting cuz they can't seem to make their mind on where should they walk, like a drunk GPS giving different directions every 5 second. On top of that, they love to bitch about anything, EVEN IF IT'S ABOUT SLIGHTLY BUMPING INTO THEM WHEN WALKING OUT FROM AN ELEVATOR.

The only times I go is when my relatives or cousins drag me with them (my parents know I don't like them either, so that's good at least).