How Embarrassing

I was crying in my car in a parking lot on campus and a guy taking out his trash saw me because I was sitting under one of those bright, tall lamps that casts an orange glow and probably lit up my face like a jack-o-lantern with tiny rivers and even more probably scared the hell out of him. How embarrassing. For the both of us. Me in a moment of weakness, he in the middle of a routine task, accidentally stumbling into someone else's private moment. Crying in your car could be the lowest form of isolation. But, then again, I also think crying is one of the best forms of release, a lot like guffaw laughs and sweating. If you get enough out, everything resets.

I leave for Nationals in, like, 8 hours. If you had asked me, I never would have guessed I'd be doing this.