The way people talk is so irrelevant and rude. Joking about a man secretly being a drug dealer makes you shift in your chair and frown. The realness of the situation haunts your brain as memories pop of your mom being careful around her past boyfriends because she was afraid the cops would catch them dealing.
The talk of the YMCA and other charities being drug fronts, when you as a kid were a part of charities and programs to make poor people feel better. You look at them with your troubled expression, and one girl catches it and looks away quickly, her face falling as she realizes her words offended you.
Hearing people pretend to have pity for the poor, and you pretend that you are not poor. You look away from them and type furiously on your computer.
They don't understand that your feelings are so fragile and miniscule...that you...just sit there.