My Voice Could Go. My Substance Won't.

While I work, I talk. Soon enough there won't be enough voice to use for my upselling tasks.

And not every person I meet is happy to see me so cheery. The opposite in fact. The eccentricities I refuse to give up are now making me a subject of humiliation. For those who pass and laugh at me, because I don't have their bags of high market brand products, or the perfect partner on my arm, I feel nothing for them. There's no hint of feeling sorry for them, and to be honest, I'd be happier focusing on toast and jam rather than their immaturity.

'There's nothing spectacular happening in my life right now,' I said. 'But I'm happy, because of what I'm doing. And what I have done.'

'You seem to be composed of emotions and ideas,' said Tina. 'Instead of desires.'

'Yeah,' I replied. 'It feels amazing.'