Does It
Something happened.
It's uncomfortable.
I think about it all day.
It's all there.
The details.
The overview.
Where's the big picture?
Was something taken from me?
Why did I cry?
I told my friend Heather.
She said,
"I'm sorry that happened to you."
Was it that unfortunate?
Did it just happen to me, like stepping on a piece of gum on the sidewalk?
Did I lose anything?
Does being realistic take away the fact that I was not okay with what was happening?
I told my friend Zane.
He said,
"I don't think you should deny your victimhood."
Am I a victim?
I was drunk.
I was.
But I could have called an Uber,
Or a Lyft.
They're both popular in the area.
But I didn't want to spend the money.
I mean, the party was cool,
After all,
Until everyone left.
And I was in the bedroom.
If I had so many chances to say no,
And didn't,
But never said yes either,
Does that change things?
Does it?
Does it.
Does.
It.