I don’t know what to tell people.
How were your holidays?
Um. Not that great.
Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.
My mom died.
Like not everyone needs to know this, I understand. But I also just don’t have much in me for polite conversations. I want to be left alone with what happened. I don’t do well at small talk under the best of circumstances, but now small talk seems particularly burdensome. Don’t these people know that I’m in the middle of something?
Of course they don’t.
Someone at work suggested we go out for a drink. I said no. My mom died. I don’t want to do anything. Maybe not ever.