Minor Inconveniences (That Feel Major)
It’s Saturday. Finally, the school week is over, but…
New York doesn’t slow down for anyone. Especially not for someone who hesitates.
People who talk first get internships.
People who speak up get remembered.
People who look confident get assumed confident.
I am not any of those people automatically.
Outside my dorm on East 55th, the snow from several weeks ago turned gray and yellow due to cars and pets. Everything feels like a test I didn’t study for.
Every day requires small performances in public:
Buying groceries.
Taking the subway.
Ordering food.
Existing in shared space.
Talking to people.
Most people call these "being normal."
For me, they can either complete or ruin my day.