Hello Stranger

by Katherine Center

“You don’t have to do this,” I said as I opened my hovel door. “Sure I do. I said I would.” “Yes, but I’m giving you an out.” “I don’t need an out.” “You don’t know what I’m about to do to you.” “You can do whatever you want to me.”

There is nothing—nothing—more socially awkward than standing alone in a crowd waiting for someone, anyone, to come and join you.

We’re all just doing the best we can. We’re all struggling with our struggles. Nobody has the answers. And everybody, deep down, is a little bit lost.

Amen to that