a stranger, a dog, and two therapists walk into a coffee bar...
Im sitting in a cafe, in a city, in a body.
Not necessarily in that order.
You see, i’m sitting in my body. A body I should hate but don’t. My soul and ego in an endless tango of control over my flesh suit. One seeks to make me happy the other wants to make others happy.
Im sitting in a cafe. A cafe i love but dont know. A place i’ve yet to become acquainted but am enamored with upon first glance. I was driving and the GPA gave me the quickest place for a calm setting. In fact, i asked Siri “wheres the closest place i can be alone but not alone?” That place is called Luna Caffe. Its charming, its quaint, and it has 5 different types of matcha so what more can i ask.
Im sitting in a city. A city i hate but shouldn’t. A city as poor as the one i grew up with. A city hundreds of miles from home. I sit here, I inhale the air of this city and I feel… irritated. I feel frustrated by whats not mine. I sit where I don’t want to and I feel like I don’t belong.
Behind me two therapists are talking about psychology and whatever it is that psychologists are allowed to talk about outside of their office. To my left two partners and their fur child walked in, its name is June. The baristas, the other customers, even the god wonder who I am and why i’m here. Or maybe thats just the echo of my own thoughts.
“Who are you? Why are you here?”