Money and Respect

I'll explain the photo in a bit, probably.  Maybe.  We'll see where this all goes.  

After sulking all day about various things most of the day, I was uncertain about going to Grit City to see "the peeps."  I realized I had a lot of anxiety, and indeed, fear, for I don't feel socialized now.  My timing is off.  My pace has slowed.  I am diminished.  They would notice and whisper behind their hands.  

"Uh. . . ."

I've been seeing a lot about a sardine fast.  You eat only sardines.  Nothing else.  Sardines and water.  It stimulates peptide production so that you lose weight quickly without reducing your muscle and bone structures which is much different, let's say, than most diets and GLP-1 supplementation.  Five days.  

I didn't have time.  I'd have to go in as Quasimodo.  

It began to rain.  There was an excuse.  I wouldn't go.  I went to the gym late in the afternoon.  When I got home, I showered and dressed.  I grabbed my things and got into the car.  What the hell.  

It's been awhile.  I'd forgotten that there are still people who knew me professionally.  I was good.  I was smart, funny, kind. . . .  Yea, I know. . . you don't see that part of me.  As I say, it has been awhile, and it was nice to be reminded that I once was more than simply competent.