I have a cold.
Thanks to sunshine and festivities and pizza and promises and laughter and secrets and the nudgey-winky kid in Biology who totally got me sick.
Winking is contagious.
Watch out, boys.
But I walked to the park today because there was this gathering thing. And I'm really bad at gathering things because I always either accidentally join the wrong gathering or leave to purposely join another gathering or lie on the concrete laughing and crying and wondering aloud why I am there.
And today I ended up at the playground. By the tire swings.
There are two tire swings.
One of them was occupied by three little mexican boys with spiked hair and snapbacks, and the other was occupied by three little black boys in button-up polos and sketchers. And so I asked them if they wanted me to push them (because this is the kind of park where there aren't any parents anywhere) and the one set of boys very politely said "Well I oughta ask my brother first, and Cody doesn't wanna go too fast, hold on a second..." and the other boys fist-pumped a "YEAH!!!" and made me spin them faster and faster and faster until I was just running back and forth between these two tire swings trying to spin them as fast as I could for as long as I could. Only I'm kind of not very strong and also really sick and after a while I was panting and coughing and tripping and just felt like such an awful disappointment to them and everyone else in my life that I lied down in the bark dust and stayed there.
They asked me if I was going to push them anymore and I said no.
Then they asked me if I wanted some cake and I said I should probably go home.
Thanks to sunshine and festivities and pizza and promises and laughter and secrets and the nudgey-winky kid in Biology who totally got me sick.
Winking is contagious.
Watch out, boys.
But I walked to the park today because there was this gathering thing. And I'm really bad at gathering things because I always either accidentally join the wrong gathering or leave to purposely join another gathering or lie on the concrete laughing and crying and wondering aloud why I am there.
And today I ended up at the playground. By the tire swings.
There are two tire swings.
One of them was occupied by three little mexican boys with spiked hair and snapbacks, and the other was occupied by three little black boys in button-up polos and sketchers. And so I asked them if they wanted me to push them (because this is the kind of park where there aren't any parents anywhere) and the one set of boys very politely said "Well I oughta ask my brother first, and Cody doesn't wanna go too fast, hold on a second..." and the other boys fist-pumped a "YEAH!!!" and made me spin them faster and faster and faster until I was just running back and forth between these two tire swings trying to spin them as fast as I could for as long as I could. Only I'm kind of not very strong and also really sick and after a while I was panting and coughing and tripping and just felt like such an awful disappointment to them and everyone else in my life that I lied down in the bark dust and stayed there.
They asked me if I was going to push them anymore and I said no.
Then they asked me if I wanted some cake and I said I should probably go home.
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