"In each of those cases, homelessness was treated as something novel; it was exoticized, like it's a foreign state that nobody knows anything about. But that's not really the case today, people just treat it so flippantly, with stereotypes, you know? I could address that."
Now, I shun the sentimental. If you've read one blog post you know enough to question why I share with you this shared quote. If you've seen more, then you may outright doubt what you expect to follow. So let me just tell you: I'm going to discuss the genders.
Shall I be an author, then? Why open myself to criticism? Not every question has answers to be given by me. These are two of those.
Vanessa was no idiot. She knew what was happening but still tried to fix it. I made sure that she couldn't, using precise wording and timing to deliver a painful goodbye with surgical precision.
Ms. Young smiles at me while I tremble in front of the class, my nerves suffering under a weird mix of terror and excitement. There’s only twelve students scattered amongst the tables in the classroom. I know everyone in here by name. I shouldn’t feel scared of them.
“I didn’t get you a present this year,” she says. Her tone is flat, perhaps unconcerned with my reaction, perhaps hyperconcerned. Even after four years of dating, seven years of friendship, it’s hard for me to tell.
This week’s theme: Summer; also, a remix of Claire's teapot entry.