Blindsided.

It is cold today. I have abandoned hope of keeping warm. I am resigned to wearing too many layers and praying it keeps out the cold.

I don't think I will like today very much. I think that things will be pretty vile. I don't want to sit down and make polite conversation. I don't want to avoid talking about it. I don't want to talk about it either. What do you say about someone you're never going to see again?