On being alone versus being lonely (or coming to grips with the absence of invitations)

Friday night. I see the posts on facebook: peers are out on the town, burning the club down.
Saturday morning. I watch the stories on snapchat: friends on adventures without me.
And I’m alone, sweating in an empty Korean spa, writing and reading until I fall asleep.

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On ‘hell yes’ or ‘no’ (or the guilt of declining plans and dealing with the inevitable FOMO)

All throughout Tampa and St. Petersburg this weekend, the streets are filled with pirates.

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