Yolk

by Mary H.K. Choi

Design school in Manhattan is Hunger Games for East Asian kids with severe haircuts.

She said that there was more than one type of perfectionist. And that I qualified because the kind of perfectionist I was, was the kind that abandoned everything if I wasn’t good enough at it. And that’s why I couldn’t finish tasks.

Manufactured urgency is their absolute favorite emotion. I get it. Control feels good no matter how small the triumph.

“You know what though?” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Hmm?” “Remember the part where you used toilet paper to take off your makeup, so you didn’t smear it into my towels?” I turn my head up to him. He grins. “That was hot.”

GREEN FLAG