Well, I’ve Never Used a Phone Booth
The other night I had a dream where this fat girl I went to high school with was in love with me. I was interested in someone else, so as punishment the fat girl sat on me until I couldn’t breathe. I woke up wheezing and I couldn’t breathe through my nose. It struck me that even when a fat person is feeling bad about herself and imagining the worst things people say behind her back, my dream probably doesn’t make the list. My dream is worse than a fat person’s own cynical imagination. Just because you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.
This may be my worst post ever, and not for lack of worthy candidates. Have a merry February.
6 comments February 25th, 2007