ouch

hard thing: not everyone loving you to pieces.

another hard thing: people discussing plans that you’re not invited to, in front of you (in my case: a dinner party for this woman who’s leaving marfa).

just happened, i’m in the office alone with my coworker, and this woman who’s moving away stopped by, and they start talking about the dinner party, and who’s invited. NOT ME. i have no business being invited, i’m not close with the woman (she used to date r), but having them discuss it IN FRONT OF ME…well, it makes one’s abdomen steel itself.

WELCOME TO ADULTHOOD

update: was invited to party! adulthood abdomen steeling false alarm!