When I was feeling out of place at a party this weekend I was wondering what went on in the heads of the people attending it.
Did they really enjoy their work so much? (They went on and on and on about it. I can’t fill three minutes talking about my job).
Is their life really as easy as it sounds? (A lot of times Sometimes I wonder what the &%#!@ I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do)
Are their kids really as well behaved as they say they are? (mine are not)
It felt like I was part of a play and a thought popped up in my mind. A thought I can’t seem to shake.
We are all so very lost. And we are all pretending.
Sipping our drinks, hearing but not listening, talking without actually saying anything worth saying.
At that moment I felt strangely connected to everyone at that party.
Because it’s better to be lost together.
I should sleep more.