Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the invitation mocked him. Mark had made a decision to isolate himself from the world, and this party was the exact antithesis of that. He crumpled the paper, then smoothed it out again, as if in the act of trying to make a bad thing go away.

He found himself pacing his small living room, the familiar routine of his days suddenly disrupted. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy, a creeping awareness of the paths he hadn’t taken. He didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone.

He went to the fridge and poured himself a large glass of milk. It sloshed over the rim as he walked back to his couch.