Mr Ho asks why I leave early. I tell I’m lazy and he nods his head agreeing. I place my bike on the sidewalk. As I pedal away a breeze blows warm air but it’s better than nothing. I’m engaged in something easy, something free, something that reminds me I’m human. A job is the antithesis.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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