Does It

Something happened.

It's uncomfortable.

I think about it all day.

It's all there.

The details.

The overview.

Where's the big picture?

Was something taken from me?

Why did I cry?

I told my friend Heather.

She said,

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

Was it that unfortunate?

Did it just happen to me, like stepping on a piece of gum on the sidewalk?

Did I lose anything?

Does being realistic take away the fact that I was not okay with what was happening?

I told my friend Zane.

He said,

"I don't think you should deny your victimhood."

Am I a victim?

I was drunk.

I was.

But I could have called an Uber,

Or a Lyft.

They're both popular in the area.

But I didn't want to spend the money.

I mean, the party was cool,

After all,

Until everyone left.

And I was in the bedroom.

If I had so many chances to say no,

And didn't,

But never said yes either,

Does that change things?

Does it?

Does it.

Does.

It.