4 min read · 2020-04-15 · How could anyone possibly get through weeks of terrorized confinement without coming out the other side a worse version of their former self?
If I’m riding an optimistic streak and they aren’t, I feel stupid and delusional. If I’m wretched and they’re not, I feel guilty for bringing them down, or upset that they aren’t taking things seriously. As a result, it’s easier not to talk to anyone.
Anyone who grew up in a small town knows that the social rules of small towns largely revolve around waving: If you pass someone while driving, you wave; if you pass someone while walking on the opposite side of the street, you wave. It’s a bare-bones acknowledgment — the “wave” is one palm lifted, not a frantically oscillating hand. Doesn’t matter if you know the person or not. You just lift your goddamned hand.