On the price of eggs and being misunderstood
Sometimes I think about sleeping until a bag of groceries doesn't feel like a heist and everyone has finally forgotten that I’m basically ground zero dressed in a skin suit.
I’ll wake up in a few years to discover that my absence made everyone a little sentimental, and most importantly (and selfishly) a little guilty, in a timeline where I can provide fresh produce to my family without taking out a payday loan.
I want to be gone long enough that my absence turns me lovable, maybe even forgivable again.
So that everyone decides nothing was really very funny without me around anyway.
I think I just want to disappear for whatever amount of time it takes people to realize I was trying really hard the entire time.
Even when it looked like I was doing absolutely nothing.
But I know how it really goes.
No one and nothing changes.
They just get better at talking about you like you were already gone.