I thought I was going to be immune from this. I'm independent, I'm decisive, I prefer to shop alone. So I thought I would be immune from the pervasive loneliness that creeps in, mist-like, at first just a small droplet and then a blanket that sighs and settles.
But I'm not.
So I gotta dance. I have to do something that will make me happy, that will bring a happy flush to my cheeks. I have to do something to get out so I see other people. I -- must -- DANCE!
Because otherwise I am going to buckle under the weight of this deceptively heavy mist.
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Pressure: it can turn a lump of coal into a flawless diamond, or an average person into a perfect basket-case
Hehe.
I hear that - rough.
I get that.......
Want some music?
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