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She tells me, "You're late."
No, I was reading Emerson and listening to Neil Young.
That's not late for anything.
And then she tells me, "Do you just check your brain when you walk through those doors, what's wrong with you?"
You know, I used to. I'm refusing, lately. See, you assume that my mind would tell me to behave.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
A common assumption, but her and her kind would really be surprised at what my honest and sincere instinct is, and how often I brainlessly consent to putting it on the back burner.
Just an unfortunate and hopefully short-term truth.
No, I was reading Emerson and listening to Neil Young.
That's not late for anything.
And then she tells me, "Do you just check your brain when you walk through those doors, what's wrong with you?"
You know, I used to. I'm refusing, lately. See, you assume that my mind would tell me to behave.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
A common assumption, but her and her kind would really be surprised at what my honest and sincere instinct is, and how often I brainlessly consent to putting it on the back burner.
Just an unfortunate and hopefully short-term truth.