I’ve been home for two weeks now, and I don’t know where to begin.
I’m talking with my Mom and she thinks that I’m a healthier person than I was a year ago, and that no one will relate to me as a woman. This is uplifting and annoying – but I was expecting the worst, so I didn’t immediately absorb the impact of her words.
I’m walking down the street and for a second I could have sworn I was dreaming. I spend the rest of the day wishing I was, and that I would wake up.
I’m hanging out with my Dad and I can’t tell him anything about myself, anything new. He asks what’s on my mind and I tell him nothing, just some random memory. It’s all I can do to keep from bursting into tears.
I see those Macy’s posters that just say ‘believe’ with their oddly beautiful cover girl and I wonder if she’s a real person.
When I get home and throw my pocket debris on the table, I notice this pack of gum. It reads, “Neither just sweet nor just peppermint, sweet peppermint is suffering from a delicious identity crisis… but he’s a little sensitive about it, so we’ll leave it at that.” The inside is covered with graf-style Queen of Hearts and King of Hearts scenes of chaos. And a strangely anthropomorphic pair of scissors cutting a playing card in half. If you turn the pack upside down, there’s a manish queen with a Jay Leno chin, more chaos. I was dumbstruck.