conformity.

I haven’t been feeling great the last few days, so coming to work from a 4-day weekend today was rough.  As I walked down the street this morning I wasn’t feeling much like chatting, so when a man hollered at me that he “liked the way I worked it” something came over me and I faked a coughing attack, while hoarsely warning that if he walked any closer to me that I would throw up on him.

I am genuinely concerned that I may be conforming to my surroundings.