In which I curl up in the love of strangers
I spent the past few days bathing in a pool of like minds.
(Also a lot of sweat.)
There’s an inordinate sense of comfort when everyone around you shares your values, when you can speak to a stranger without carefully excising all the bits of your self that might prove controversial.
In times like these, the warmth and friendliness of fellow humans smooth over the bruises that bloom daily in the wake of the morning news. The songs that break lips begin to burn away the helplessness coiled around hearts. Determination long dimmed stokes at the touch of new hands.
And in the real world, where strangers don’t talk to strangers, eyes dance to avoid another gaze, and another bruise marks my skin, I’ll recall that this stalwart silence does not mean that I am alone.
Medically Unexplained 
“There’s an inordinate sense of comfort when everyone around you shares your values, when you can speak to a stranger without carefully excising all the bits of your self that might prove controversial.”
Beautifully put. I’m glad you had the chance to be the un-excised version of yourself for at least a little while.
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Thank you! I think I’ll keep wearing this version of me for a while longer, it’s absolutely delightful 🙂
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Reading through your posts is a pleasure, the writing is remarkable!
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Thank you, Katherine, I’m really glad you like them!
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