I find it hard to explain the needling shame I still feel about this. It’s not a big deal, and I’m positive Darryl wouldn’t hold it against me. But I like to think of myself as someone who’d offer a nice kid a ride home after a truly shitty day of work. Right now, though, exhaustion has shrunk my circle of empathy to the point that it’s barely big enough for myself. I didn’t know that could happen, and it’s not pleasant. I guess I never realized that this might affect more than just my body.
