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revenge postcards, 2004.

So. I have this coworker. They started working at my office a few months ago. Up until recently, they caught the bus on the other side of the street. But apparently they moved to a new house, in a different part of town, last week. Since then, they’ve been catching the same bus as me.

I wore a bi pride pin on my blazer, on June 1st. They complimented it. I found out they’re queer, too. Since then, they and I have chitchatted for like 20 minutes every day, while we wait for our bus. It’s been really nice. I also found out that we’re both autistic. They have a bunch of different piercings in their face and their style seems “alt”, like mine. So I feel like we have stuff in common.

Today, they weren’t at the bus stop. I found out that they were going out for drinks with two other colleagues of ours. I was kind of sad that I wasn’t invited. A little jealous, too. I tried to tell my friend about it. I told him that I looked them up on Instagram, because I wasn’t sure what their pronouns were, and I felt awkward asking about it (Turns out. They have they/them in their bio.)

His reaction makes me feel really bad. Like. I’m probably being presumptuous, but thinking they wanted to be my friend. They probably just feel obligated to talk to me, because we’re in the same location, at the same time, every day. 😭

They announced it as soon as I walked into the office this morning. I wasn’t that close to her.

But I was so fixated on what my friend said - that it’s weird to care about your coworkers so much - that I acted even less sad about her passing, than I actually felt.

As the day went on, I started thinking about it more and more. I had a whole speech prepared in my head, that I was going to give them at the end of the day, at the bus stop:

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting Iike I didn’t care about you for the past couple days. I was convinced that it was weird to give a shit about you. But life is short…I would care if you were gone tomorrow. And I really want to be your friend.”

^ that’s the gist of it, anyway.