The first day would be gratifying, exhilarating, free. But by the time the second week rolled around we would dread.
Dread telling our friends every little thought, dread denied relationship dreams we had hoped to nurture, dread our own thoughts.
It would be painful to all, for our pride is a long ways to drop. We would be dropping off of our statuses, our popularity, our secret pride. Off of our unfulfilled goals, our pretenses, our dreams.
Best to remain a little unexplained.
