Gemotions

The invitation was on the coffee table, a brightly colored, mocking beacon. "Come Celebrate!" it proclaimed in bubbly font. Sarah barely glanced at it, but its presence occupied an unhealthy amount of mental space.

She shuddered when she thought of what it entailed: The crowded room, the outdated fashion choices, the forced camaraderie, the relentless self-promotion. It was all such a shallow, hollow charade.

She considered telling everyone she was going on a trip to the moon. She might just do it. Anything to avoid that… gathering.