Anticipation is that annoying kid down the street
from that other family or place
and whatever that means.
The glaring, uncomfortable,
itchy, twitchy, soul-scratching,
not really bad,
just permanent thing
at the door.
So you let him in to your party because
what choice do you really have?
You don't want to be that person.
Closed-minded snob, so.
There he is!
At your party, in your house making an ass of you in front of
everyone.
Because, what choice do they have but to watch?
"Don't go in the basement - you fool!"
Indeed, not for comic relief or the kind of perspective
nightmare you imagine. For guidance,
or whatever.
We all know that annoying kid.
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