Overfed and unassertive. An arduous combination.
If 1 came here with a sense of purpose, everything would be so much easier, wouldn’t it?
I thought the chicken kabob in yogurt sauce would keep me buoyant, but they did not mention it was butter yogurt sauce. And then the cranberry bar was more like a brownie than a granola bar. And now I feel like a case of cranberry bars, filled to the brim.
Things are never what they appear to be.
A five dollar bill falls from my pocket and the very kind woman in orange pants and a baseball cap seated next to me informs me of this. I feel guilty for typing words about her while she sits 2 feet away, maybe writing similar words about me.
My decision to stay at a b&b (found on Airbnb) also kind of pushes my buttons. All of my intruder issues. The same ones that I have when I stay with friends and am hyper-vigilant about intruding or not intruding upon their lives. It makes no sense for these issues to arise when I am actually a paying guest.
But still… there are me and my issues.
Maybe it’s reverse narcissism.