Brain, focus

You were telling your friend about your day

Talk about your day

Your day

Your day

Your dad

Your dad?

God, your dad is such a handful

You love him, you really do

But one minute, he’s talking about his favorite book

And the next, he’s “disproving global warming”

Global warming, Jesus

The human race is screwed, isn’t it?

Maybe that’s not the end of the world

Well, it’ll be the end of our world

But other species ruled the world once

We’ll just go extinct like the rest of them

Someone else will take our place

Our place

Place

Play.

I was the lead in a play once.

Oh, you have to hear this.

I was part of this theatre program

There were like, 4 or 5 plays

You’d audition once, and then

The directors would cast you in a couple of them

They usually picked the roles before the first rehearsal

That didn’t happen for one of them

The play was based off of a children’s book

All the plays were

It was called Ganesha’s Sweet Tooth

Ganesha being a Hindu deity

We had three Hindu kids in our cast

All of which had been part of the program for years

But remember who got the lead?

Me, the very white, very not Hindu newbie

The kids that came to watch us didn’t think anything of it

They loved the show

But the pained smiles of the Hindu parents made me die inside

I thought I’d be better at pronouncing the new words

I’d learned another language before

I even grew up bilingual.

Bilingual.

I am bilingual, aren’t I?

Honestly, half the time I forget.

It comes naturally, but it also doesn’t.

Does that make sense?

Does any of this make sense?

What am I talking about?

Where was I?

I’m doing it again.

You wanted to talk, I’m sure.

But I needed the spotlight

I had to be the main character.

That’s why I dyed my hair, isn’t it?

That’s why I dress the way I do, isn’t it?

That’s why I always talk a bit too loud, isn’t it?

I had to be the main character.

I had to be the lead in a play I didn’t belong in.

God, I wish I wasn’t here.

I wish we’d all go extinct already.

And something else will take my place

Maybe the ants will take over

I wish I was an ant

I already feel so small

I feel like a baby

Everyone else is an adult, and I am a baby

That’s probably why my Dad still talks to me like I’m one

Why is every day like this?

Every single day

Every day

Day.

I was asked about my day.

My day?

My day was good.