Yesterday I took my co-worker, Ninja, home with me for lunch to make a batch of coffee I’d been telling her about. A really strong French press with sweetened condensed milk.
We’d eaten our Burgerville lunches and watched the bloopers of Supernatural. And it felt like any other day where I would be hanging out on my lunch break and talking to myself.
Standing at the counter, I was off in my own mind and stirred dollops of sweetened condensed milk into the fresh coffee and thought; it’s going to be so rich – so decadent – so strong and powerful…
“…and it’s probably going to make me shit my brains out at work.”
I paused.
Did I just say that out loud?
I turned around and Ninja was laughing so hard she was completely silent and red in the face.
I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. I thought I was just thinking it but it turns out – that the entire conversation was not actually in my head.
This is further proof that when you’ve been living alone for some time – writing and talking to characters that aren’t there, filling the space with the sound of your own voice – having impromptu guests requires a sudden change of filter.
Note to self. Socialize more to avoid such lapses of propriety.
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