Foreign Coustoms

Sat with clique # 1, on the ground next to where I usually sit.

I have refused to sit on the floor for two years- this almost felt like rebellion or a lunch period in Japan. Really different. I sat with my friends- they’re used to the experiment. Nothing to report.

Conclusion: I’d been sitting on a grimy bench for two years, never thinking about how strange it would be to plant my pizza on my lap and lean my palms down on the tile. Some times the closest things are really out there. It reminded me of going inside a neighbor’s house you drive past every day, but you never thought about what it might look like inside.