You see, I’m not like other deities who love all people and are merely disappointed by their failings. No, I feel hate, and I hate you.
People try to cheat the grieving process and press fast forward. They want to show their friends and family that they’re just great, that they’re in a good place and that’s it! They beat the break up blues! The reality of the situation, however, is quite different.
You have to deal with people again, too. An eating disorder is a great excuse to stay in for the evening instead of going out for dinner with that friend you haven’t seen in a while and don’t really like. You didn’t even feel bad, because seriously, even the salads at that place have bacon in them –- do you even know how many calories are in that? And throwing up an expensive meal feels even worse than a cheap one.
In the Metra station I had a feeling I would see someone I knew; sometimes, I hate knowing innate things about to happen in my life. A guy touches my backpacked shoulder, a friend-cum-acquaintance that graduated high school a year after me. We sit together on the train.