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I set 3 alarms, 10 – 15 mins apart, and I always start getting ready after the third. My first moment in the morning is pressing snooze and it turns off. I wish I could do that with people. Picture me with three Z’s comically over my head, the higher consciousness reminding me that some part of me is indefinitely bored. 

The first person that speaks to me in the morning, making some observation. Throwing a hook, a glittering thread designed to tug at my ego. It’s not that big, if it was, I wouldn’t complain about the attention. I’m suffonsified. Acknowledgement? Turn that into a golden trophy, but don’t forget the box. I’ll turn into a tiny coffin and add it to my graveyard. 

If act one was acting interested, act two is otherwise. And I’m better at act two. But in act three, we’re all together. Act three, is where all our untold stories meet again in conversation. Parting in real life, embedded in myth. Someone mentions me, and I’m alive again. Real reward is atmospheric, you can’t see it. It also helps me alleviate the desire to keep up.

I’m a metaphor. You guys are stakeholders.

Dog and cat. Black and white. Red and blue. Acting interested. Pretending otherwise. It’s not you, it’s –