I saw a woman today asking about the wireless network. The light hair on her cheeks and chin was a little too light and a little too long and I wondered when the light hair on my neck was going to grow to overcome my face as to be the first thing anyone noticed about me save the fact that I can't connect.
I walked outside and I was touching my face opposite grain to the light dusting of hair that had always been growing on it, thinking about when and what it might mean when I might start trading in the cute buckles on my shoes for rubber soles and ordering out of catalogs because deep down I might just want the safe chance to actually interact with somebody new and be needed (my signature is unique), and the moment when I might start lusting for backward and not forward anymore, and I felt a little fleeting helplessness. About then, I passed another woman who I happen to know has seen the Earth from the sky, in space, outside of the Earth and possibly even the moon. I wanted to point at her in recognition and say, "You've been in outer space!" and I wonder what the first thing she might say if she were to point at me and yell the first thing she comfortably thought out loud: "You work in that building!"
