Today, the cashier askedĀ āAre you okay?ā After choking on my own spit, I somehow managed to croakĀ āYes, sorry, Iām here to pick up an order.ā
What was really going on in my head: Yes. absolutely, Iām doing well! Sorry, I hope I didnāt do anything wrong? I was staring off into space wondering if Iām in the right line. I just left my house after a week and Iām feeling a little anxious. I hope you donāt think Iām odd. Well, I am.. but still, I feel bad that this awkward moment is happening. Sorry. DAMMIT. Iām never leaving my cave again. Just kidding. I need to buy hot cheetos.
- I think inside my head 99% of the time.Ā

















