Note to world #7385

This was mid life as observed in the wealthy suburbs: when discussions of squabbles with children, vacation plans and landscaping ideas and debates about dog poop and other daily nuisances became the things that most deeply connected her to other people – not shared ethics or political values, not a quiet sense of trusted mutual reliance – in fact, nothing with emotional substance or moral sustenance – just the superficially inane and the mundane.  

So she just smiled at the neighbor across the street, closed the front door of her nice home and locked it. 

She’d be better off sticking to her dog and her coffee and her innermost thoughts than creating false relationships that would crumble under the slightest weight.  

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