Lately I’ve been eating soup in July.

Miso soup here

Lemon chicken soup there.

(Sometimes she’ll take a bisque instead)

I’ve been relying on soup to give me that warm feeling that humans used to give me inside.

I don’t put myself out there.

I know what’s out there.

5 out of every 300 people are good.

I don’t know if those numbers are exact. But that’s exactly how it feels.

Every time I think about putting my self out there or so slightly dip my toe…

I just feel like people aren’t being their best and most authentic selves. And watching people not be fully formed is like really painful.

I feel like people don’t spend enough time alone. And like this they become lost.