No cohesion...

Date: 8/7/2016

He's yelling at her. This is nothing new, but this time it's worse somehow, with hate dripping from each word. I muster up enough courage to defend her and yell back at him, and it even occurs to me that I could hit him and be completely justified. I'm at some playground. A girl uses a swing contraption and hits her shin extremely hard; we all gasp and ask if she's okay. I'm holding her foot to help slow down the ride and check if she's okay or not. She is. I'm hanging out with big time rush. We're playing a prank on the long haired one. He's posing for a photo (very far away) and we pretend to take the picture but when he approaches us to see how it came out, we ask him "What picture? What're you talking about"? Some time after, I put on a suit that I've apparently worn many times before and say, "Remember how good I used to look in this before I gained weight"? Divorce? I'm trying to tell my story to some woman. She's very nice and attentive and seems genuinely concerned with my situation. I'm at a dinner with a woman I don't know, and across the table from us are even more people I don't know. I start explaining another date I had previously, and the stranger directly across from me who carries herself like a know-it-all, says something along the lines of "You got into her underwear though, right"? I simply chuckled.