Revolting Door

The Revolting Door was initially a place to vent from my previous job where I sat all day in an uncomfortable chair, stared in excel sheets and grinned at people who didn’t notice me when I was there but got mad when I was gone. Gradually the Revolting Door became about everything unnerving, unfair, disconcerting and painful (literally and not so much) happening around me. The Revolting Door is a metaphor for the revolving doors in this city in moments when these doors lead to a dreadful desk, an intimidating classroom, an empty home, or any kind of situation in which you feel so out of place you want to run away but you can’t. The Revolting Door is usually a happy transition only on your way out of it.

That being said, I think my readers deserve a little disclaimer: The happy moments in my life do exist but I don’t write about them so much. I prefer experiencing these moments with friendly people rather than bury myself down at my desk analyzing happiness. Therefore you’ll read mostly about the negative here, and if you don’t like it, just don’t read.

RD