Today's OneWord: Baggage

Please don't hand me your emotional baggage before we reach the security checkpoint. I already have my own bags to carry, and I'm not sure if I can even make it past the metal detector. I'm so riddled with obsessive metal piercings already that I might miss one while extracting them all from my ears and lips and nose and tongue. It's everywhere - I can taste the rusted anxiety. Hold your own luggage, weighed down with your sorrows. I am not in the mood to be steeped in your brooding tea.

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