On the outside, I may look like a normal, successful young woman. But on the inside, I’m a mess. My secret shame haunts me. No matter how hard I try, I literally never know what anyone is talking about. Ever. At parties, I’ll quietly enter a crowd of people having a group discussion, nodding along as if I understand. I always hope that eventually I’ll hear a phrase I recognize and be able to click into what it is that they're all talking about. But just as soon as I start to get a sense that everyone is mad about...
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