Evidently the Lowe's paint aisle calls for more prep than 4 mgs of Xanax downed by a double shot of Irish whiskey. I haven't tried the aisle because it was too intimidating for me; it was somewhat traumatic to even glance at it.
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Even the most well-adjusted individual can be reduced to a feeble, trembling shell of his or her former self after a half hour of paint shopping at Lowe's," said Dr. Olivia Kang, a behavioral psychologist at the University of Texas and lead author of the study. "The pressure to make a decision between two seemingly identical shades of beige, the glaring fluorescent lights, the frantic patrons on all sides—it's too much for the human psyche to process."
"In terms of causing normal, healthy adults to completely lose their shit,
the Lowe's paint department amounts to a perfect storm," Kang added.
Even the photo makes me agorophobic, wanting desperately to run to bed, curl up into a fetal position, and suck my thumb for an hour.