Almost like sitting down in an office in High School. Maybe of a guidance counselor, and being lectured to.
I don’t know about what.
Maybe it was my rambunctious attitude and my encouraging my peers to challenge ideologies, policies, and habits of function.
I remember laughing beligerently at the situation, and he was leaning on his palm, elbow on the desk. We weren’t even sitting across from each other. Maybe it was a table, and we were both sitting on one side of it. Bored, amicable even.