Nonsense

no corrections made.

some tests need to be graded without an answer chart.

i listen without response even though he wants me to debate but realistically he’s made up his mind about who he thinks i am.

he is the most muscular man i have ever known and i’m sure he gets all of his shirts tailored to work with the size of his arms. he is physically a million times stronger than me but somewhere in his lifetime he never picked up the importance of a poker face.

after twenty micro-expressions in one minute i decide i’m tired, old and without need to prove i am any more than i am.

in a plot twist of sorts he finds himself in the same position he put me in 24 hours prior. karma doesn’t often move so swift and succinctly.

i felt vindicated then sad that my ego had seemingly lost its way. only for a minute though. i’m not so holy that a few fuck you’s don’t roll around my noggin with arrows headed straight toward the heart of all that is foolish in matters of things that don’t matter.