Cool girls aren’t easily ruffled by unsolicited, off-the-wall personal revelations. Because they don’t really care. And that’s what’s at the heart of my anger toward these mythical unicorns. It’s as if they equate caring with weakness. And I do care. I care deeply if someone feels upset or embarrassed or left out. I not only care, I take on their emotions in what some would describe as a codependent form of trauma bonding. With friends and strangers alike! And this girl couldn’t be bothered to throw me even a “Mmm hmm.”
