I took this picture for today’s post because the plumbers were back for the third time in two weeks, and that was the only notable thing to happen today. Right after they left, however, I walked to the grocery store, and as I passed by a neighbor whom I’ve only ever exchanged pleasantries with, he decided it was time to take our relationship to the next level.

“Did you lose weight?” he asked.

I can’t even begin to describe to you just how much I fucking hate people commenting on my appearance. I don’t know why, but I think it’s because I rarely ever think about my appearance, so whenever anyone comments on it, it catches me off guard.

Like today. No, I haven’t lost weight. Why are you asking? “Uh, I don’t know, not really,” is what I’d like to say I said, but it all came out as a sort of a shrug and mumble.

“It looks like you’ve lost about 30 pounds since we moved in.”

“When did you move in?”

“2020.”

“Well, then yeah, I lost about 40 pounds between 2022 and 2024.” But I didn’t gain that weight until 2021, so I don’t think of myself as a fat guy. I think of myself as a normal-sized guy who got fat during COVID, but lost all the weight, and now I’m back to my normal size again.

For fuck’s sake, can we just not comment on each other’s appearance?