Blinding (non) revelation.

This morning, on the way to the busstop, I passed by some contruction workers welding some metal together. So did two tiny boys, say twelve, thirteen apiece. One of them stares at the welding, like their mother's probably told them not to do ("You'll go blind you'll go blind your eyes will stick that way do you WANT to look Chinese for the rest of your life bla bla bla").

He then proceeds to pry open his eyes as wide as possible using his thumbs and index fingers, walks up to me, yelling "I'm BLIND! I'M BLIND!!"

I ignore him for a little while, but realize he's not going to go away unless I acknowledge him. "Mhm," I thought. "Masturbated again this morning? Only a matter of time your palms get hairy!"

I relented.

"Is life hard on you?" I ask him.
"YES! It hurts! It hurts so bad!" he replies.

Just wait, I thought. It's gonna get a heck of alot tricker than that. In a few years, not being able to stay up to watch Matlock will be the least of your worries. Or well, whatever kid today are watching. Power Puff Girls. What have you. Whatever.

Jut wait until you get your first pimple in a non-strategic area and realize that your life is over. Get your second pusspopsicle and realize that your life is over again. Not to mention your first heartbreak, or first bills. Wait for that one moment of clarity when you realize that you're buying your first adult and non-fashion statement fatpants and wow look at that, your life is over again.



<- The extra chicken wing last friday. It hath spawned.

Well, I guess you'll just have to see. Provided that you quit staring at welding sessions and strangers with short tempers and sharp apartment keys in their pockets.