I don’t feel bad that I didn’t do it; you smelled like sweat and beer, and there was nothing meaningful about your blatant attempts to forget everything we don’t understand in this world by sharing that confusion with someone else– tasting it on their lips, knowing you’re not alone.  I know the world is confusing. I know we are all trying to be loved, and in desperate attempts to make meaning of the world, we get farther away from what it really means to be alive.