April 16, 2024

Every day, I’ll have multiple interactions, sort of, that’ll remind me that I am a nobody to somebody. It could be in the hallways at school when I’ll pass a colleague who doesn’t seem to notice me, looking straight ahead to the distant stairwell. It’ll definitely be while I’m on the road when someone willfully forgets that there are other cars around. It could be at the grocery store when someone puts themselves between me and the shelf I’m looking for an item on.

Once, at a barbershop down the road, someone walked in and sat in the chair ahead of me, explaining that they had been there earlier but…