Consignment

I put up a few items on sale in a consignment shop.

To give you an idea of what it feels like, imagine that you’re desperately lonely, and you just signed up for a dating website. You put up your best picture and you put a lot of effort into writing what you hope is a catching profile, and yet there’s that terror deep down inside that no one will want you.

Or, better yet, imagine that you are hungry, it’s been a long and stressful year filled with unbelievable amounts of shitty luck, and you’re trying to sell things for the sole purpose of being able to eat again, and if no one wants to buy your stuff then you don’t know what you’re going to do, because goddammit, you’re so fucking hungry, and every day you have to walk by fat-asses stuffing their faces with desserts, and you just don’t know how much more you can take.

So I’m really quite nervous about it.

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