Find the Dark Corner

Find the Dark Corner
by Minna Von Walden

Alone, alone in a room full of people. I don’t want to be here. Not here, not anywhere with so many faces, so many minds, so many ungrateful, judgmental mouths. But, I’m here. I’m here not because I want to be, nor do I enjoy the torture! I’m here because someone else wants me here. I wouldn’t endure this torture for just anyone. No, this person is special. They are special, or I’d not be within these walls. Walls filled will things I do not enjoy. Too many people, too many faces. I feel their stares, their judgments. Each of them thinking silently, I know they are thinking it! They are thinking, I must have come to the wrong party. I’m in the wrong place, the wrong room, with entirely the wrong people. I couldn’t possible have anything in common with them.

They are right! They are so completely right! I’m not like them, I’m different, I don’t fit in with them. I can’t even have a conversation with anyone here, they certainly wouldn’t share the same interests as I do, or they wouldn’t be here in the first place. My best option at survival, surviving this, without incident or embarrassment, is to find a dark corner and wait it out. Few people will notice me, fewer with bother to acknowledge me, none will attempt a conversation with me.


 

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