I patiently await my time to shine.
As if on cue, my quarter life crisis has come.
On night shifts, I have cumulatively told strangers and acquaintances more about myself than my best friends know about me.
The other day in the elevator at work. The nurse was just trying to leave work but instead got trapped on the way out and forced to look at pictures. Pictures of doodles. Labradoodles. Goldendoodles.Cavoodles.
So, for the time being I continue my three coffees, three teas a day habit.
Headphones in, sunglasses on.
I was appalled at this suggestion; that I might somehow be partly responsible for my own misery.
In fact, I was pretty much oblivious to anything untoward about where I grew up.