Spent a few moments last night feeling like I was trapped in a column of one-way glass with the insides all blood and broken glass and the outside looking all shiny and perfect and reflecting the happy, shiny world outside. And the blood and glass inside wasn't even real, just plastic jugs of fruit punch concentrate and suger spun stunt glass...
Finally just calmed down. I'm not as isolated as I think I am. I'm at work today. I feel better for simply having nodded at an adult human being.
Lunch with real, flawed, people will be good for my soul.