“Why are all of these people ghosting me?” Steven exclaimed, addressing an empty room. “People have things to do,” counseled Willy, Steven’s inner self. “They’re busy. They can’t just wait around breathlessly for your emails and then respond accordingly.” “Why not?” challenged Steven hotly. “Because, lover, they have lives.” “I’m sixty-eight years old, an old … Continuar leyendo “Me, Myself” by Doug Hawley and Bill Tope