It eats at the back of your mind, making those loud chewing noises I detest so much.
Today I decided that I’m going to be braver. Not in the sense that I’m going to go skydiving, or rock climbing or learn parkour. I mean braver in that deep philosophical sense. I’m going to be myself, pure, unedited. I will embrace the fact that I am the human equivalent of a rushed draft that someone pulled together at the last minute, fuelled by caffeine and desperation.
That’s what it feels like anyhow.
It’s hard being in the middle, in the C+ zone of humans. I’m like a solid six out of ten with good lighting and eight hours sleep, but I guess that means nothing for an insomniac who takes one selfie a year only because there are no “good” photos of her on social media. Our profile pics need to be kept updated right?
I do not look like I did in 2011.
I believe that you can tell a lot about a person from the kind of coffee they order. I’m a flat white girl myself. That’s a stock standard coffee with milk but not quite as milky as a latte in case you don’t call it that where you’re from. I hate explaining Australianisms when I’m not sure if they’re even Australianisms.
I’m not sure.
My friend who I got coffee with two days ago opted for a chai latte. She is chai latte with her good hair, consistent smile and aura of “togetherness”. We’re new friends, so the friendship is still hanging in the balance I guess, but the awkward getting to know you stage passed quickly so I guess that means we work. I think.
She told me I was interesting, like a “different”, deep philosophical friend with a good sense of humour and a dry sort of wit. It was a compliment. She said it with lightness. It was genuine. I don’t know.
Most of the time I think I’m just the middle.Which is okay, most of the time.
I’ll keep ordering flat whites.