I do not have dark skin, or a
non-normative gender presentation. I do not worship a forbidden god.
America hates me not because of what I am, but because of what I am
not.

I am not a worker.

I don’t get pleasure from working and I
don’t look to employment to give my life meaning. I don’t enjoy being
busy all the time. I do not aspire to any sort of career.

I am not a bad person. I make an effort
to treat everyone with kindness. I am quiet and honest and
compassionate.

But I’ve never had a job I like, and I
can think of no job I would like to have. I feel sick when I spend
too much time looking at a computer. My back rebels after a few days
of manual labor.

I like to walk underneath big trees. I
like to watch the movement of water, the movement of clouds. I like
to watch the movement of my own mind. I don’t need a lot. A roof and
a full stomach, a space to wander and feel myself alive, a few
people who love me and a few people I can love.

I am not a worker and I don’t want to
be.

Why is that not OK?

If you’re working to impress (not your audience), then it might come back to bite you. Yikes to that worker!

- Sam