At work when I don’t feel like making eye contact or chatting up colleagues while rushing past them in hallways someone will walk up to me and ask,”Are you sick ? ”
It is like that is the only justifiable reason for my un-sunny disposition or incommunicadoness . How about all of human existence is a drag but work we must, take the subway we must, rubs thighs with multiple man spreaders we must, ’cause gotta pay the bills we must.
“Commuter’s Lament or A Close Shave”
Why the pain?
Just go home.
Do it again.