I’m outside the car. Okay, physically I’m inside the car, but really I’m outside the car.

Oh, sure I could use a ride. Why not? We’re all friends here. Sheesh, I am such an idiot. Why do I do these things? Why can’t I think it through?

I can’t stand socially uncomfortable situations; that’s why! But really, how awkward would it be to tell my exgirlfriend I can find another ride home from the pep rally bonfire. Why did I go? I don’t have school spirit and never have!

I just had to say yes, curse me for a fool! Now I’m in the back seat of her Honda Civic enjoying an awkward silence. Oh, she about to say something? Please, just let the silence stay. Oh, gods of karma, I’m sorry I said the silence was awkward! I’m fine with silence. Talking would be worse.

Whew, she just putting in a tape, probably Morisette. Yep, there’s Alanis. Should I take that as a message? I don’t care. I’m not here.

I’m outside the car. Okay, physically I’m inside the car, but really I’m outside the car.