After my teaching shift each Wednesday at Seneca I walk over to the Korean place by the subway and order rice and add sesame seeds and sriracha. They like me, and they realized the first time I came in that rice was the only vegetarian option they had for me. I sense they feel sorry for me. Certain people, when they hear me play piano, also feel sorry for me – probably the same reason. From their view my choices are pitiable.