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Feelings I can only describe in metaphors
Read more: Feelings I can only describe in metaphorsThe closet was closed. Everything in it was neatly labeled, organized, and packed away. “Beautiful” is what I’d say every time I peeked in it, and I eyed it with pride every time I added another pristine box to its collection. Then you came…a raging bull in my china shop. You wanted to go…
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Thought #2: Workaholic
Read more: Thought #2: WorkaholicTap, tap tap. Clatter, clatter, clatter. I hear them fervently type away. They stop. They take a deep breath. They read out loud and/or think aloud what they are typing. They resume. I’ve become so accustomed to the pattern of sounds, I tune it out easily. This process repeats and recycles itself for the entire…
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Pet Peeve #1
Read more: Pet Peeve #1Scrambling to cover myself before a droplet of contaminated liquid from the automated toilet touches any part of my skin. But when I fail to move quick enough, I cringe at the touch of the dreadful globule.