Sitting at Starbucks after work.
My computer and my phone are both dead. I tried to charge them both to no avail.
Two girls sit by me and talk smack about what seems like everyone they know. My headphones are in, so they don’t think I heard them talking about their period.
On the surface, my initial response to my technological difficulties was a little frantic. Anxious, even.
I can’t get my work done. What if someone tries to contact me? Should I leave?
But deep down, my soul likes this. I’m disconnected. I’m OK with that. Solitude.
What if I had my phone charged? What if someone tries to contact me?
The anxiousness returns.