Feelings are social beings. They show up in droves or not at all. They have no concept of waiting in line, so I may feel each one of them by itself. No, anger is mixed with intrigue and a bit of coyness. Happiness blends with grief and regret to form a bittersweet soft serve. Excitement and dread are best pals. Defeat and hope lock together in the pit of my stomach and then rise as queasy determination. Pride and pretentious insufficiency dance the samba in my heart cavity. Everything is smiling through tears as I let go of your hand.