She stared at the screen for a good few minutes before lifting her heavy hands and beginning to type. Her mind was cluttered, and she was numb.
We can all agree that climate change is real, right? Okay, so even if you’re a non-believer for whatever reason, at least we as a society can agree that we definitely produce too much waste, and in general are not the most conscientious about being socially responsible as much as we could.
She stood over me, watching my eyes dance and look all over the room except at her. Her arms crossed and her body still. Towering over me, she stood motionless. I felt imprisoned by her eyes. Numb and expressionless, she bound me. And now, I was numb too. Overcome with the fact that she now knew what I've hid for so long, I suddenly felt emotionless and empty. The agonizing fear that once overcame me, and made me hide from the world was now my reality. I suppose you never really think it's real if the only one who knows it is you. And here she was. And she knew.
I pride myself on giving my friends good, wholesome advice. I genuinely try to give the best, most logical advice and never take sides, and I even acknowledge my bias when presenting my thoughts and opinions to them, which is why they often come to me. I really appreciate their honesty and they appreciate mine. They’re not offended when I call them out for being on their phone too much, hurting their friends' feelings or not really having a reason to be upset at their significant other. I can even get them to calm down when they’re mad, put themselves in other people’s shoes or just let things go. I’m not saying all of this to gloat, simply to point out that there’s a problem here.
I stayed up late most of the time. I was never tired when I knew my father wasn't home. I knew what it meant when he would eventually come. But if he didn’t, I would stay up late to be with my mom.