I was driving today and, at a stoplight, a lady carrying a sign that read "down on my luck" was walking down the columns of cars. It was a hot day and I never have snacks or water bottles on me because I only think about buying them when I'm stopped at a place that has a panhandler.
The point is that I felt like I had an out-of-body experience, where I was looking at myself sitting in the car, and I realized I look like an adult driving home after a day of work. I don't feel like an adult. My chest then had this pain that felt like the emotional version of being physically torn apart, a feeling of being internally conflicted. It was a panicked sadness and I heard a voice in my head that said "pick a side." There are youthful adults and mature children, so I really don't even know what the voice meant.
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