Crater

Old habits die hard. I wanted new ones. Could our facilitator who as it turns out came from my hometown help me? He thought I was an enigma - someone who turned out to be more considerate than courageous. He asked me if I was highly adaptable. I said yes. 

We were talking in the car and suddenly he mentioned something about his wife, that her drive was virtually nil. He also mentioned that he used to want to be a Romeo when he was young, more of a lovestruck boy who could never get the girl. And so he became the eternal friend who was a boy just to become close to the opposite sex. 

I finished juicing the vegetables. In the middle of it, I began thinking of integrity. Have I lost mine? I don't know what to do anymore. Or maybe I do. I just don't want to.