“We’re at ______. Come have a drink with us?”
“Sorry, I’m packing.”
“We’re coming over to your place then. We want to see you even though you don’t want to see us.”
Seven people showed up at my place tonight. People from high school. People I haven’t seen in years. People I was friends with but drifted apart from. People that no matter how hard I try, I no longer care about.
I was packing records when they came by. One of them saw Adele’s 19 in the pile and asked me to play it. He put on someone’s high heels and sang Cold Shoulder. I laughed because I didn’t have a choice. We talked about who’s fat, engaged, pregnant, and/or divorced. About how skinny I am (“my uniform still fits”, I said, ashamed and proud at the same time), how I’ve been, where I’ve been, who I’m dating, why I’m not on facebook, why I should be. I shrugged because that’s what I do.
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The only thing that sets me apart from an animal are the clothes on my back.
