Introspection
Humility or Humiliation?
We are not all comedians, and we don’t all bear the same burden of trauma that Gadsby does, but her set made me realize that we are all capable of hurting ourselves through our remarks about ourselves, even when they are diffused by the intonation of a joke.
Reading My Way Back To Myself
I read because I remember everyone before me who shared a piece of themselves through books.
Mutation
This version of myself looks up and sees my mom’s shoulders heave up and down. I’m looking at my father’s back, and I don’t need to see his face to know that it is tearless, like mine. Only when I read these words does the memory float back to me. I described it as half-grief. Stuck in the wrong places, like sweat.
A Ride with Hatred
I am only half-surprised when a man spits in my face on the bus. What surprises me is my response, or lack thereof.