not edible

Sad to say, I am not edible.

Actually, the sadness is that the person who said I was not edible is obviously mentally ill. A young homeless man was sitting on the sidewalk outside of my coffee shop. As women walked by they were “edible” or “not edible”.

I paused to watch him for a minute or two, because (truthfully) it struck me as funny to be labelled such a way. The mental illness part was confirmed when he turned to the lamp post and apologized to it for the other day because he wasn’t in his right mind.

I sometimes think mental illness is more prevalent than we truly know, just some people show it more.


1 thought on “not edible

  1. Hmmm, not edible…guess that’s a good thing from a Silence of the Lambs perspective!

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