Dear Lady in Shul,
You said good Yom Tov to me. Fine.
You said you didn’t see me around lately and wanted to know where I work. Not fine.
It’s not fine at all because you reminded me that I don’t work and that I rarely come outside.
You reminded me of the demons that chase me each day.
Of the anxieties that pursue me.
You reminded me that there’s a gap between the place that I stand and the rest of society.
You reminded me of that and for that I hate myself.
For that I hate you.
For that I have a hard time living with myself.
And that every day is a new struggle.
And you so casually asked where I work and yet you caused a whirlwind of emotions.
Yes, lady. I’m looking for a job.