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My Table is My Table
Once, I was sitting at a table of people, sad, when I said, “I feel like I have no friends.” One of these people looked at me weird and said, “Really, what do you call us?” I counted them. The table of 9 was full of people who were there, enjoyed my company and me theirs. What prompted me to say that, then? At the time I genuinely believed it. “I feel like I have no friends” while surrounded by friends. Were these people the ones making me feel lonely? No. Were these people the ones making me feel misunderstood? No. Were these people the ones isolating me? No. I…
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Turn Off The Damn Light
“Turn off the damn light!” said Jesse, squinting his eyes to glare at me through the dim glow of my bedside lamp. “No,” I said, looking over my glasses to squint back. “I’m tired. I can’t sleep with that light on!” “This is the only quiet chance I get to read in peace.” Jesse turned over muttering, “Every night it’s the same. Apparently reading is more important than my sleep.” “Reading is more important than everything,” I muttered back. Jesse reached behind him to grab his phone. “What time do we need to wake up tomorrow?” “The storm isn’t supposed to hit ’till one o’clock. I guess we’ll just get…
