Do I smell?

Do I smell?

 Do I look like I’m smuggling rabies infested pygmy hippos under my jacket?

 Why won’t people sit with me on the bus? This has been a problem my entire life. I’m not sure if I just put off the vibe that I might steal your soul or what but it always ends the same way. I sit, sad and alone.

As a little kid I thought maybe I just looked unfriendly so I would smile as big as I could in hopes that people would sit near me. It’s possible that backfired.

About high school I decided in a fit of rebellion that I didn’t give a damn…which really didn’t improve things either.

Now I’ve had many a conversations about my bus handicap. My best friend Kate thinks that it’s like something to do with a bad aura or something. Maybe spiritually I’m throwing wet frogs at bus riders. I like to think I’m throwing fuzzy puppies at them, but it’s probably something in the middle like wet puppies…and I guess that the smell of wet dog is sorta off putting.

I guess the point of this particular odd entry and to say I’m tired of throwing wet puppies. I want bus partners. I wanna experience that awkward ride with not enough personal space. I long to be forced to breathe someone’s BO on my way to school. I want to be like the rest of you. I want to learn to overcome my handicap and live my life happily BO and all.