Going

“Are you lonely, depressed, isolating?” they asked, and Adam couldn’t fault them for asking, as he’d been all of those things (and more or worse) before. “No, no, and no,” he confirmed. “Just going through life, my people; just … going.” “Going with the flow?” Becky asked, and Adam winked at her, because she was always extra tapped in. “Nah,” he clarified (just for her),” going feral actually - full tilt don’t bother me with the standard bullshit; I no longer herd well.” There was respect (for himself) in the way he said it, and it earned him more and awe besides.