real human being

as i was exiting the jungle yesterday my guide and i came across another person with a camera.

he caught our attention because he was flinching and flailing in an attempt to swat away the mosquitoes distracting him from getting his shots. I chucked and offered him a packet of anti mosquito wipes. I’d bought extra from the store because for some reason, mosquitoes just. fucking. love. me. Getting malaria three times in Africa is one thing, but the fact that even to this day no matter what hemisphere I’m in, even if I’m surrounded by a group of 5 or 6 other people, the mosquitoes will ONLY zone in on yours truly.

He accepted the wipes, we said our goodbyes and we went on our way.

I keep thinking about that moment over and over again. My heart swells when I do. I don’t know why but it made me feel like an actual person.

Like a real human being.