They're Just Having A Nice Time

They're sitting across the train car from me, laughing, these two women, and for just a second my stomach tightens and I feel painfully self-conscious. I have my headphones in, so I can't hear what amused them, but I can remember what it was like to be seven, eight years old, and have the other kids laugh at you, pretending it's not you, acting like you're not the subject of their ridicule.

Maybe that's what I'm reacting to, nothing to do with right now.

I close my eyes and turn up the music, and I remember that I'm not really that important, or conspicuous, nor am I as awkward as I was when I was eight.

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One year ago: Like a Gas Leak

Two years ago: Sales Banter

Three years ago: Growing Up

Four years ago: Friendly Wine Makes Friends

Six years ago: Rrrrargh

Seven years ago: Snapshots of a Commute