The thought is much larger than myself. Like the fact that maternity pants don't come with functioning pockets, I cannot wrap my mind around the fact that I have a little more than 3 months left to be alone. I can still drive to the gas station, run in, pick up some garbage snacks, then head back to the apartment without anyone missing me. I can still potty with the door closed. I can still sleep and eat when I want to. I don't have to consider anyone else's livelihood when I clean. I have...
I have two conflicting theories. The Men Have Feelings And Are Tragically Repressed theory and the Men Don't Have Feelings And The World Is Their Goddamned Oyster theory Let's dive into theory number 1...