I am sitting in the airport in a lounge, doing random work. Next to me, in a separate, but only barely, “cubicle” are two people, having an affair. They’re work partners. They’re talking about work and about being gone for a couple days. She is practically sitting on top of him, and they’re kissing every couple minutes, over a half hour period.
I think it is what is making me sick…
Something so nasty about affairs.
They make me hate sex because of what it has been distorted to, and what it has come to mean for so many people.
It’s just another way to run away because of fear. I hate it. I hate fear.
I need to keep figuring out the next stage of life. Goodbye Internet.