“I assume everyone’s jabbering on about me for sitting in Empire Theatres alone, or, they’re feeling sorry for me for sitting at the bar alone for lunch at Yellowbelly. “Where’s their friends!” Joggers are judging my footwear, the person behind me in line is mad I’m not punching in my debit pin fast enough, much like how the car behind me at a red light is gonna get mad, probably, if I don’t get going soon as it’s green. Wait staff probably hate my order for some reason, and I don’t know my roomate well, so I basically watch TV on mute for fear of bothering him, even though he falls asleep with his on blast. I’m meeker than a mouse. I see it as excessive courtesy, others see it as a lack of fortitude, and now I’m feeling like a dumbo for it.” – Mouse