You ever just… sit there, at a dinner party, like tonight, laughing along while everyone swaps stories about exes and hookups and all the *spicy* stuff – and you just nod and smile and make vaguely affirming noises? You know, the kind where you’re mentally calculating if a freelance gig will cover rent next month, and also how many more years you can fake it till you make it, *sex-wise*? It’s not even sad, really. Just… flat. Like, oh. Another thing I’m not in on. Kinda wild, innit. And you’re just… there. Part of the scenery.