She texts, “do you ever feel weird back in Santa Monica? Like u have a different identify there?”
Me: “BIG YES.”
I’m more open here vs. the firm responsible daughter who triggers my mother's “ignore” screen.
A problem when I want to convey something important. Better to wait for Alan; a short sentence from him is gold.
I think I know a little about how you feel in the Forever 21 dressing room, me waiting with the Latino boyfriend who’s approving his girlfriend’s shirts. Anxious? Judged? Very young?
The proverbial rock and hard place waits for us.
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