In the last months every time i meet someone new, this text appears on my hand. I cannot help it. It’s an unknown illness of skin pigmentation, like vitiligo, but this one disappears after some days.

Because of all the complaints of these new people (they barely could think of anything else, but the meaning of that word, and the business-type meaning of it only, and that it is evidently my body's autoimmune comment about them) i started to feel like a weirdo, basically: a Hungarian Michael Jackson.

So, since then, each time the sign of disease reappears, i overwrite it with a sharpie. This makes everyone more comfortable.

But i like the natural one, under this fake thing, much more.