FOOLING YOURSELF

But the reality is that I was cringing that night just as much at myself as I was at my surroundings.

Because the people at the concert were good people.

They hugged, they high-fived, they exchanged brief biographies. They told each other where they had been, where they were now, and where they were going.

They danced, and I sat in my seat and thumped the knee of my pants in rhythm every now and again.

Feeling superior and inferior, amid an untroubled crowd...