A couple weekends ago, I went to New York City for the first time. When I told people my plans, it elicited two typical responses. The pretentious, “I love New York!” or the “I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go.” And since I suffer from MCS (Middle Child Syndrome) I milked the perceived jealousy from the second response so much it went sour.
After finding out about my impending trip, the next question was always, “How long are you staying?” I answered the question honestly once. At least, I started to answer it honestly once but as the words were coming out I noticed the expression on the other person’s face. The words trailed off and I realized this needed to be answered vaguely to avoid the “Are you crazy?” question.
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