(my sister told me this to make me feel better about a healthcare matter, earlier…and, to some extent it made me feel better…to not take business relationships, personally.)
as my sister just told me…i am just another number…a nameless, faceless digit.
i am not cared about…i am only a paycheck.
other than that, there is nothing even remotely fascinating, interesting, or redeeming about me.
i am neither special, nor remarkable in any way.
i am client. i am customer. i am chattel.
when i am gone, i won’t be missed, as another number, with a more exciting disorder, and better insurance…will slide right in and replace me.
i am erasable. i am expendable. i am banished to the ethers.
fired. sacrificed. loosed.
gone. vanished. poof.