Jul
29
2010
On the edge
There’s a Chinese word for people like me. I can’t quite translate it. Literally, it means, “contemptible cheap bones.” People with that itch, deep between the bones, for trouble, pain and misery. Choosing always the path of most resistance. A thorny life.
We bumped into each other at a work function. She asked, “How’s life?”
“Comfortable,” was my immediate response. I paused.
“It makes me uncomfortable to say that.”
Does that make sense?