conditions
My feelings have gathered just below the surface of my skin. I burst into nervous giggles and my eyes are constantly weepy. My movements are all alternately frivolous and fiercely intense. This morning I struted down the street, and flashed smiles and shook hands, and today at work I leaned my face in just inches from my paperwork, filling out each form fully and intently in meticulous cursive. I flirted with old ladies and focused my eyes squarely into the eyes of each customer, reaching out to convey something like The Weight of Our Common Humanity. I’m terrifically worn out, but lovingly so, like a favorite hat. I’ve reached a new height of tedium marked by moments of surreal bliss and amusement. It looks like it’s going to rain, and I hope it pours. I am playing subtle music in the store, much too loudly. I’m on the brink of connection. Conditions are favorable. The forecast is promising.