I was seated amongst my peers, happy to be in their company, satisfying my social craving to be loved, appreciated, and invited into this fellowship.
It was the usual outing with the usual list of topics; weight loss, football, housemaids, people, rent, football, moving, people, buying cars, football, holiday spots, people and so forth. Everybody parades what they have, been up to, have done, trying to do, or planning to do. It might be to display their art of conversation, or maybe their art of living, but there is definitely an intention of display intended.
I find the amount of effort that I put to be noticed sickening. This subconscious, almost begging, feeling that I have to be included.
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