The next morning I woke up thinking that New Year’s Eve debacle was just a bad dream, and then I tried to stand. Nope.
I opened my laptop as I lay on the couch, waiting for everyone to get up. Facebook has been a shitstorm lately, I thought. The posts were divisive and taunting. No doubt because of another election coming up, but certainly, the caustic and threatening postings seemed to be, I couldn’t be sure, but “personalized” somehow.
I tried to be as friendly as possible to my brother and his roommates, but basically, all I wanted to do was get packed and get the hell out of there. But first, I needed to figure out how to get home with no identification. After that, I would have one main objective: figure out why I felt picked on – was it just me, or was there a reason for all of this? What was it that I was doing? If I could figure that out, then, perhaps this pain would go away. This feeling of persecution and bewilderment. This feeling of guilt for no reason. This feeling of being unloved, and unwanted was…
Interrupted when my brother’s cat, Bruno, came up to sit on my laptop – while I was typing of course. I love cats. They seem to just “be.” They wander silently, always ‘in the moment’, without the hindrance of a past or the worry of a future. I should be more like one. A cat. A ninja cat. Maybe I would get more answers.
It was in that moment of clarity that I realized I kept my passport in my laptop case.
Just. In. Case.
Immediate jubilance. Like a cat.
It’s the little things.
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