Happy Dreams

by Jia Pingwa

Some people were always going to disrespect me. After all, I wasn’t completely respectable. Of course, I wasn’t going to be a trash picker for my whole life, but I couldn’t expect people to know that just by looking at me. Most people didn’t have that kind of vision.

May we all reflect on this.

I found myself wondering why all pretty women were pretty in the same way, but ugly people like Wufu and Eight differed in their ugliness.

Even eating wears your teeth out.

Everything comes at a price.