Snowflake

by Louise Nealon

A bearded avocado is talking at me.

This is hilarious

“Well, sometimes a joke is the most serious thing you can say.”

Great point

“Can’t remember. Two hundred quid?” “You know you can get a pair of them in a secondhand shop for like, a tenner?” I say.

Lol I love her so much for this

I’ve had more physical intimacy with these strangers than any member of my family and the train hasn’t even left Connolly.

I’m not close with my family either. Seems like sometimes strangers know me better than they do

Because she is a lot less miserable than I am. Or she certainly ought to be.

AHHHHH the stigma of mental illness! This is why I don’t tell people, because why should I be depressed? Why should I wake in anxious terror every day, soaked in sweat? What gives me the right to feel this way when others have it so much worse?

If I speak to her one-on-one, she’ll only find out that I’m a dope.

Social anxiety. I too am a dope.