or when the pool is full and you have no idea what to do.
as i pulled up to the neighborhood pool on my bike, i caught a glimpse of all the people inside and panicked.
that's a lot of people, i thought. at lease twenty in the tiny subdivision pool.
i sat alone for at least ten minutes just wondering what i should do about this predicament.
it was all an anxiety attack waiting to happen. it's a miracle i was able to get into the pool at all.
frankly, the only good part about it was waving at the little toddlers. little kids always stare at me, but it's less "i will destroy you" and more "goo goo gah gah" and i relate to the latter on a spiritual level because i never have any idea what the fuck to say.
CZYTASZ
Smart Girl
Literatura Faktuthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
