This morning, in anticipation of the grueling hours of sculpture (during which we must stand), I pulled out of the closet a college-style skirt that reaches just above the knees. So for once I would not have felt all eyes on him. They treat me like I'm an alien, and it does not affect me in any way, until they start to stare. Watching''a person is persistently rude. "One day someone will say to this sentence.
I spent the lunch break with the anxiety that someone will turn around and ask me:" But you do not eat? "
Fortunately, no one has noticed. I usually always an apple, or buy the sandwich at the bar that there is less energy to avoid arousing suspicion. But if no one notices, then I'm free lunch very happy. I would like to be invisible, and sometimes I can not. Every day I feel more and more surrounded by minimalism, by easy laughter, from people who are not people, are just so breathing, eating, talking without saying anything, eating, sleeping. They eat, especially. The day before yesterday are flown phrases like 'live and eat' or 'eat this ice cream made me really happy'.
We can not feel comfortable in such an environment.
This morning I drank a glass of juice when I got home I ate an apple for dinner and the soup that I tried to throw up, with poor results. By chance does anyone know how many calories you burn going on swings?
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