Things I don’t understand about other people (probably part one):

Their memories. Why are they so vague? I still see many moments so sharply.

Their faces. Why do they look older than me if we’re the same age? Have they had more fun? (Except for my neck. My neck looks bad. Pretty sure it hasn’t had more fun, though.)

Their taste in movies. Not universal, but very, very frequent.

Their tolerance for background noise.

Their desire to almost always be in company with another.

Their shoe size. I have a common shoe size, yet no one seems to share it. Why?




I don’t know, I said. I guess I forgot how insane she is.

What do you mean forgot?

Well, she’s been living with her Dad. It was just supposed to be a visit but…you know.

No, what?

They fell in love! L’amour! Happiness! All that shit. I couldn’t bear to separate them.