DELUDED CUSTODIANS RIDE ELEVATORS | SATIRE, ABSURDISM, FICTION, ETC.
Getting in on the Ground Floor
And avoiding getting pitched
The secret to girl bossing is pretending to be one while falling apart on the inside. Cramming down the clamoring about how shit life turned out to be.
Simulating confidence supersedes its path. Relief waits around the corner.
In our dreams, we all desire to be Cinderella. I’m not referring to the nepo baby with a fetish for dainty feet who couldn’t recognize a woman without makeup the next morning. It’s the party. One we aren’t supposed to attend.
Crashing a soft launch isn’t my idea of a Friday night. Pointing out splitting plot pits in Netflix shows is. But that never got me anywhere. Operationally.
Your life’s highlight reel is a series of calculated risks. Or devoured whims.
Its movie adaptation pauses abruptly when I can’t work the elevator. Classy buildings require keycards and I procured one. However, there’s no trilling beep when I swipe it by the sensor. Options shrink. Curses reflect off walls.
I nudge the emergency button. I’m in a queue. I’m assured it won’t be long.
