
But, I can sit on the edge of any cluster of Honolulu homeless. It’s not like anyone has the right to say “leave this public place.” Besides, maybe I have money or something they can use, like a phone. Better to see if my presence is beneficial before dismissing me. There’s so much mental illness, I still seem odd, but not in a weird way. I don’t feel obviously alone among other outcasts. It’s comforting to know I can always find someone willing to sit next to me–on the street, that is, not among normal people. I know it’s not the same as being Belle of the ball, but without a modicum of human interaction I may become one of those people arguing with her cats. Lol.