Submit it to I, Anonymous HERE!—eds]…and I don’t give a shit if you think I’m weird. Disassociate my way though a workout imagining the the late spring while kicking my heels back to my dimpled thighs. I don’t know what social expectation is anymore but it’s not polite. So I no longer think of these social interactions, your face, my muffled joy, meeting some unknown expectation. I’m sorry if you are miserable.