Frass
Perhaps the proper reaction ought not to have been shock or horror. I'd asked, "What would you say are your worst fears?" for a lack of anything else to say as we walked hurriedly across the wet pavement, and she'd replied, "Not getting into the college I want to [get into]." Indeed. I'd said so myself, to someone else, that it was simply "our school culture." But it seems too simple to dismiss, in one deft motion, the pointless worries, the misplaced priorities, and the ridiculous fears as "just" the way we are. Perhaps it was simply that I had been expecting too much. I had been listening too intently for some heartfelt, insightful answer that would be too revealing and leave the other too vulnerable.--
There's been a heavy fog of deja vu sitting in the air of late. I swelter beneath its thoughtless embrace, but I don't suppose it's worth fighting. Living with a ceaseless sensation that my doppelgänger is reclining on my right, or my left, or behind me, or maybe right here, on the table, is getting to be a bit uncanny.
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pearls before swine.
"Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet." --Matthew 7:6
