In which Our Hero meanders.
The woman to whom I gave the free fridge circled back to say thank you.
Some friends invited me to Peking duck with them.
I bought theater tickets for $5 per seat to a show that my partner and I will enjoy.
I acquired my computer from an apple store that is open 24 hours per day, 7 days per week.
They gave me a free USB-C cable because they had broken my computer ahead of my previous pickup, forcing me to leave my computer for another day.
I ran 3mi through central park.
I settled on a Peloton membership (I love their stationary bike classes).
I wish I hadn’t eaten that slice of pizza (which was really more like some calzone-y monstrosity).
I wish I’d eaten the homemade lentils instead of instant ramen.
I wish I didn’t have pizza or ramen in my house.
I remember being 12 or 13, cooking meatballs in the kitchen, being embarrassed when my mother walked in. I was embarrassed by the food I was eating. By the fat I was becoming.
My partner rubs my belly sometimes and says she likes it. I’m not a fan, but I guess for her it means something like “Julian’s comfortable.”
It’s especially hard to be comfortable about something that is itself uncomfortable.
Julian Wise 