Should I change my seat?
“I just remembered that when I was twelve I stabilized a CPU,” I announced. No one answered, so I said, quietly, “I’m just proud of myself.”
Then I was on the bus. Sitting across the aisle from me was this really ugly, snivelly middle-aged gay guy named Jerry who I worked with briefly at the temp job before my current one. I was trying to ignore him because for one thing I find him really annoying and for another thing he has a boyfriend, which makes me feel bad about myself, because if someone as ugly and annoying as him can find a boyfriend, why can’t I? Then someone got on the bus and was looking for somewhere to sit, and he said to her, “Oh, should I change my seat?” which I knew he was only saying because he could use it as an excuse to sit next to me, so I got off at the next stop.
Then I was in the blue upstairs bathroom in my apartment. I had just finished cutting my hair and started shaving my chest and stomach. Chris was sitting on the counter, combing his hair and keeping me company. I left a patch of really really thick hair on my sternum as a joke and showed it to him, expecting him to laugh, but he just rolled his eyes and said “Oh, come on, you haven’t even trimmed the hedges yet!” I said I wasn’t going to do that.
