“When a child first catches adults out-when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgements are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just-his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.”—East of Eden John Steinbeck
So, I go into a stall in the school bathroom. I sit down, relax, get prepared to drop some timber. Then I look around to read some good old fashioned graffiti. And that’s when I see them. Boogers. Stuck to the wall. Less than a foot from my body. My personal body.
WHY DO YOU PUT THOSE THERE, FELLOW BATHROOM STRANGER? BOOGERS DO NOT GO ON THE WALL. THERE’S TOILET PAPER RIGHT THERE. INCHES FROM YOUR FINGERS. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PUT YOUR BOOGERS ON THE WALL. THEY DRY UP AND GET CRUSTY AND I THROW UP ON MY LEGS.
I love it when I get to use meme faces in real life.
Branden and I decided to take the back roads home today and Branden thinks it’s cool to take the curves at a billion miles an hour. I realized that every time we zipped around one, I made this face:
Then, once we made it back onto the highway, we were lucky enough to end up in front of the most furious road-rager in the world. She was about an inch from our bumper so we stayed right beside the car next to us so she couldn’t pass. I looked out the back window at her furious face and I felt my face take on the troll shape.