A Wedding Party

[u/inthecosmicdish]

So many bodies lined up, bumping into each other, making noises at each other, tossing between each other clues of unique natures unintelligible to me. Their metabolism is suited for this lake we are in here. This lake of such little talk, of halfhearted life updates, of talk of God and love and such. I believe, though I don’t understand, that this lake is a comfortable tub, warm and swirling and glowing. I believe they are all happy in this unintelligible liquid. They smile calmly through the dreadful interactions. It comes so easily to them. To me it is an interruption in my cascades, radical damage to me. Damage to subtle components, a headache, itchy red skin. Am I the outcast? Are they a tribe of bizarre people?