Rebirth.

I sat there for probably close to three minutes, just sitting and looking at her. For where I was in my mind, it felt like hours. She stared boldly back at me, waiting for a response, a blink, a flicker of my toe. Anything. I wouldn't spare her the satisfaction.

"I sense a wall between us, Kristen."

I surprised myself by not laughing. "A wall? When is there not a wall, Nancy? You don't know me half as well as you think you do. You know what I tell you of myself. But you don't know me."

"I still sense a wall. More so than I did on Thursday."

She's so clueless. She pretends to know me, to know how to help, but she doesn't, and she can't. She listens, nods her head in agreement, laughs at my jokes, doesn't judge, and doesn't help.

Somehow through all of this she has kept me breathing. She must have said something right in order for me to still be okay. But whatever she's doing that doesn't involve "saving my soul," it's the most irritating tactic one could use.

I left about half an hour later. On my walk to the local stationery store, where I was to be picked up, I began to ponder...