Midday Reverie

Because life didn't turn out the way you thought it would and the phone's incessant ringing begs for it to be taken off the hook. Not that there's a hook because this is the 21st century and you are not a time traveler. What's your excuse for being purposefully old fashioned? You will never be as interesting as sugar, bitters and whiskey, so stop trying so hard. Stop pretending you fit in; you don't belong behind a desk taking someone else's calls. I like the way you fake it, though: it shows commitment. It takes true courage to be chirpy and vapid on purpose. In silence, you dream. Of another life and better days to come. Bite after bite, you resolve to change things. This, you determine, will be the last lunch hour you spend thinking instead of doing. Who's a pretty little liar?