going on and on about one of his friends meeting someone and falling in love with them in two weeks. he says it’s pretty serious and his friend is going to propose. he asks me what i think about it. i roll my eyes, and blow air, my usual response. why do you always have time for other people and not me? i’m sitting cross legged on the wood floor in the same room staring at the incense smoke billowing up towards the ceiling in the corner. it has me entranced i’m sure. i’m focused on the lovely dance the incense smoke is doing towards the ceiling. i can’t believe 