I wouldn’t need to increase the dosage if the rest of the world would just lower their emotional expectations for the next year.
The woman eyes my items and tells me that she’s worried about how available CBD oil is now. “I mean, what’s next?”
I am using a frozen pizza to ice my knee. I know I shouldn’t answer a fool according to their folly, but hanger gets the best of me. “Hopefully pain relief and dinner,” I answer.
This morning, I heard Oprah say that she’s at a place in her life where she doesn’t interact with people she doesn’t want to see. Dearest Oprah, how do I get to that stage?
“I mean the town is fine or whatever. It’s just that the quality of people is very low.”
I am suffering from the type of writer’s block that comes from having too many political conversations with Conservative Christians. It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather that I don’t feel like talking to y’all anymore.
“It was so hard when I moved here because I had no small town skills.”
“Will you be taking time off in the summer? Do you have any plans?”
“Um… mostly just paying rent. So I’ll be here.”