Alone, solitude, loneliness… Is that what has fractured my mind this way?
As he steps out of his car, he’s close enough that I catch the smirk on his face as he glances my way. For some reason, I take offense. Was that smirk even aimed at me? Can he even see me clearly from that distance?
I know I haven’t kept up with myself lately, and I’m insecure about how I look. I haven’t put in the effort over the past month. So, even if he is judging me, maybe it’s on me…
Still, I start a monologue—a desperate attempt to justify my frustration. “He has no right to judge me…” I mutter to myself in the car.
Five traffic lights later, I pull into the store parking lot. I’m calmer now.
The monologue was therapeutic… but what about my sanity?