Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the rising panic within John. His flight to the job interview, the culmination of years of study and sacrifice, was delayed. He tapped his foot incessantly, the rhythmic thud a counterpoint to the racing of his pulse.

He’d prepared extensively, anticipating every question, practicing every answer. He’d even written a thank-you note in advance. Now, the carefully constructed façade of competence felt fragile, ready to shatter at any moment.

He wanted to be seen as composed and prepared, someone who had it all together. He looked around. Each person seemed so well-prepared. He felt an intense urge to disappear.