I just have to stay inside and be in love with the a/c in the cozy cheap clean quiet motel room with nature pictures on good (or else, the neighbors are quiet) walls.
I was all set to enjoy a burlesque show, but I had to leave early. The man next to me kept whistling so loudly it hurt my ears and made me dizzy and nauseated. It was hot. I needed water and space.
So I left after the break. My companion could have gone back for the rest of it but he said he didn't need to. Sigh. He just said, "Don't feel guilty."
I am not the dude in this lifetime.
Maybe some of those dudes will one day be reincarnated and there will be a whole passel of people in specially engineered bodies, living their lives on completely different terms.
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