I have no skills that could possibly pay my rent. I’m good at really dumb stuff. I can parallel park and I have nice handwriting. That’s about it.
And then there’s this thing: I can tell when someone is forcing a laugh.
And I can look at someone in the eyes and tell if there’s stuff going on or if their head is full of sawdust.
Today on the train I only saw two people with stuff going on behind their eyes.
I almost typed “I wonder if people can tell that I’m full of sawdust” but really I don’t.