“Reserved”
Nobody talks about the embarrassment that comes when you’re in a crowded room looking for a place to sit. The anxiety begins as soon as you step through the door, scanning the room with hopeful eyes. You spot an open seat next to your friends, but as you make your make your way towards it, they put their hands on the seat and says.
“This seat is for U̷̩̭̠̤̰͋̾̂̇͛͑̄́̊̋́̆ͅņ̶̝͙̬̮̳̮͚͉͙̭̱̃̂̿̎̔̿̓̄̎̑͊̐̕̚̚͜k̸̠̣͔̲͈̲͈̝͌̾͘n̷̤̝̺̽̄̀̏͒͝o̵͍͎͖̤͚̖͎͉̘̻̞̭̣͇͙͊͐̉̒̽̊̈́͛̓̔͆̄̇͐̏͝w̶̥̜̣̬̱̺̯͚͙͎̲̦̼̑̅n̷͍͗̆͑͂͗͗͝”
“Go find another seat”
You feel that crack in your heart slowly forming into a canyon, leaving your feelings bare and vulnerable. You toughen up your act as you attempt to feign nonchalance. There you are, right back where you started—carrying 2 bags on your shoulders, weighed down by embarrassment and disappointment. You look around with blurry vision, wondering, if there will ever be a seat that’s waiting just for you.
