At the Cool Kids’ Lunch Table
Deja-vu
Deja-vu
Here at medium, there are many writers of great experience and influence.
They are heroes to all especially to me.
Whenever I have questions about my learning curve, and I am trying to check with Dr. Google, I almost invariably run into the help I need from the same small group of writers.
I almost feel like I know them by now, and sometimes I do take the liberty of mentioning them in a story, giving them a shout-out from time to time in a fun way. I do this in complete adoration and admiration, but sometimes I worry I am overstepping my bounds, getting out of my lane, since they don't know me from any of their other thousands of fans.
This hasn’t happened yet, but I am hoping this is not like when I was new at my school and thought it would be smart to sit at the cool kids' table to meet them. I had to pretend to be cleaning the table for them in order to make it out alive.
There is a difference between sitting at the cool kids' lunch table and actually eating at the cool kids' lunch table.
Mrs. Ralph, the lunchroom manager, called me over that day and suggested I not get out in front of my skis for my own good.
So to all my much-valued associates, hello! I only mean to joke with you. Don't be angry with me, I'm just here to clean the lounge.
Thank you for your time.
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