Sitting with Easy. Good company. No demands. Sketched out some of the free floating feelings I hold around 'easy.'
Having gotten higher grades through school, easy I associate with underperforming.

Who gets to decide that? I never voted. "Hey, Revu, we're taking a vote. Are you underperforming." This is the alternative way to lament I wasn't working at my full potential.

Out!
Wha?
Yes, out with you! Just Go!
I was only ...
Heard it before, rejecting it now. Go! Don't let the door slam. Oh, gimme the key. Hand it over.
But, but.
Key please ... thank you. You're leaving quietly or do I have to call Security?
Ah, all right. You'll miss me when I'm gone.
Got that right. The mental quiet will allow me to hear my own heart beating.

R