Sitting on a bench looking passed the gas pumps to the road, reflecting on the arc of my life–the pain, pleasure, frustrated exertions and scattered little triumphs, the management and experience of it all–I realized I had imagined the whole thing.
An inside job
Wondra- Are you in some sort of existentialist quandary full of loathing and self-doubt or something? Are you okay lately?
Dude, this kind of stuff is too heavy even for you.
Funny . . . If I were to characterize my “state” (if that is what you are describing), I would probably use descriptors that were antonyms of: quandary, loathing, self-doubt, heavy.
All is well, and all is well, and all manner of things are well.
But thanks for asking.
You?
Yes, good here too. Antonyms… Seesh… You English teachers…
Yes. Indeed. Seesh.