People

Erik Austin
Jun 20
1 min read

So yesterday I drove all the way to therapy group — only to find the front gate completely closed. Holiday, I guess. (Juneteenth — who knew? Clearly not me.)

Honestly, I wouldn’t have even bothered going if Leslie hadn’t texted me the night before reminding me. After standing there like an idiot in front of the locked gate, I texted her (since she has her personal therapy session right before mine) asking why she didn’t tell me it was cancelled.

Her response? “I was hoping it wasn’t.”

…What?? That literally makes zero sense. If you thought it might be cancelled… why not double check? Or mention it? I was so irritated I just stopped responding.

But here’s the thing: it’s wild how you can think you know someone — how they move, what they feel, what they’d never do — and then suddenly realize you don’t know them at all. Because the truth is, you never really know what’s going on in someone else’s head.

Anyway… two hours later she randomly texts me a single period. A dot. Like… okay?? Honestly, that’s what I should’ve texted her first — because she’s the lame one here. 😂