Monster
So of all the mature things I've done, avoiding an ex's father at the grocery store is far from any of them. Do I think he recognized me, maybe, I do have six inches of mustache to hide behind. Mostly I'm bothered by the need I had to hide. I avoid conflict like it's my job, but yesterday felt more like hiding from a monster. I know it's a monster that lives in my head, but still. I used to be a bit more outgoing and generally foolish enough to have no fear of social embarrassment and pain. Stupid awareness of mortality.