People pretend like I don’t exist.
When I talk, they look right through me.
Today, it escalated to another level –
I thought he was different.
He looked like a nice guy, the kind of guy who would offer you his seat in a crowded bus.
Every evening, as I jogged to the park from my house, I’d see him drive past me.
But today! Today, for the first time he looked at me. The second I smiled at him, he started driving toward me. Before I knew it, he drove right through me with fear written all over his face, repeating, “You don’t exist, you don’t exist.”
He tried to hit me with a forklift! A FORKLIFT! But I continued to stand there, unharmed, as if nothing had hit me. As if I didn’t …. exist. And as I turned to look back at him, I heard the little boy watching us from across the road cry out, “My ice cream fell.”