“Are you sick?” Jeff asked without hesitation, hearing my voice over the phone.<\/p>\n
“Umm…yeah,” I admitted. “Ok, maybe I shouldn’t go to lunch anyway.”<\/p>\n
For the rest of the day, I shut myself in my room. The fourth week that I was sick with some unidentified culprit, sneezing and letting my nose drip in privacy. In bed, I finished reading Choke and browsed through the latest issue of Good. For nearly an hour, I let myself lie…without reason. Not asleep, but not awake.<\/p>\n
In that dream state, I remember being told how I should exercise. So at 4:45 pm as the sky was getting dark, I put on my contacts, pulled on atheletic pants and a U of M sweatshirt. Stuffing my feet into my Nikes, I tumbled out the door, walking briskly up to Noe Valley.<\/p>\n
Two people looked at me weirdly with my head completely covered with my hood. At the top of the hill, I felt that I was on a rampage. I raced across the streets, only pausing at streetlights. At one intersection, I stopped waiting for a light until I realized there was no light. A car had stopped waiting for me to cross and sheepishly, I trotted forward after the realization.<\/p>\n
At Castro, there was a biker blaring loud music as he drove around the block and back again. Families glanced at him. The couple not accustomed to a place without taxis looked startled. I let myself follow their thoughts of what a nuisance and disturbance<\/i> and what kind of place that doesn’t have taxis<\/i>? But corrected the conservatism to my usual liberalism as I crossed the street and again so that I was where I had started.<\/p>\n
I zoomed back down the hill, avoiding the clothing stores and the bakeries that beckoned me. I had paused at Noe Valley Bakery earlier, but in my sudden desire to leave my apartment, I decided only bring my keys and a single dollar bill. At the time, I thought a dollar bill will be sufficient to buy whatever I would be compelled to buy. But of course, it wasn’t and I window-shopped instead.<\/p>\n
In less than an hour, I was back in my apartment wiping my face and realizing that my apartment is really warmer than the outside.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Are you sick?” Jeff asked without hesitation, hearing my voice over the phone. “Umm…yeah,” I admitted. “Ok, maybe I shouldn’t go to lunch anyway.” For the rest of the day, I shut myself in my room. The fourth week that … Continue reading