There was a joke, It was only funny the first time I heard it. I don't even remember it anymore.
But the feeling came back. The feeling to want to hide, to be the same, to not want to be different.
I want to now, with me and, I-forgot-whose-name and some person at the other end of a desk.
I close my eyes, and try to stay calm. It doesn't work all of the time, just most. And this is one of those times that it doesn't.
I don't try again, if it didn't work the first time, then why try again?
The heater turns on, or was it the air conditioning. At the exact same moment. The man starts to talk. I don't know which one made a chill go down my back.
