the silliness of these days

what do i even have to say.  she provokes me in such a portable pickling way.  what does that even mean?  he sits there as if all eyes weren’t on him.  as if no one notices the giant by his side.  his senior and his weaker counterpart, the giant stomps in silence and also feels invisible.  we see you.  we all see you.  it’s crazy and none of us are ok with it.  it’s creepy.  it’s weird.  it’s absurd.  but we move on and your situation becomes the type of story most amusingly told in the late hours amongst friends.  you are not present.  but even when you are, you aren’t.  we’ll wait it out.  and probably tease you for years about the silliness of these days.  hopefully.  hopefully.

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