Monday, January 15, 2018
I ask you a question.
Your reply is short. You smile politely. It is clear you consider this query answered. It’s a curt sentence, but a sentence nonetheless. I have to admit that.
The air is thin in here now.
Dismissive, I say to myself.
I watch you thinking. Then you decide to elaborate.
You say some more. You become animated. It’s like you went from black and white to color. I feel my own color returning.
Not dismissive, I say to myself.
From the archives:
The High Cost Of Being Me
The Best Thing Someone Never Said to Me