Ok I’ll say it; I’m sore from running through the airport yesterday. Like entire body hurts. I had a connecting flight from Indiana to Madison and my first flight was delayed 45 minutes, leaving me with 15 to get to my second flight. If you know anything about Chicago O’hare airport and the direction my feet naturally go in, you would understand how fucked I was. It’s to the point where if footage of me hobbling to my gate surfaced I would have to change my identify and start fresh. Have you ever ran because you had to? Like not ran a mile or the pacer test in school, I mean like genuinely needed to get somewhere faster so you had to run. If you have, you understand how vulnerable it is, if you haven’t I hope you never have to. In fact, I wish you leisurely strolls for the rest of your life. Anyway, when I finally arrived at the gate drenched in sweat, panting, I looked at the monitor to see my flight had been delayed 30 minutes. Could’ve walked backward with my eyes closed and had a full sit down meal.
Confession: I can’t take anything seriously. It’s a problem I thought I would grow out of, as if seriousness was akin to old age; however, this was/is not the case. I find everything funny. Literally everything.
The other day there were no open tables in my go-to study building. Normal people, after a scan of the room, would’ve accepted defeat and walked out. Nope, not me. Instead, my friends and I located a table with whom we believed to be the most approachable; a 70yr old white man. We quickly hijacked the intimate circular table. “do you mind if we join you?” and we did.
From an outside perspective we were a family of four, reaching over each other and bantering as one would during an annual thanksgiving meal. But, no. just three girls ruining the day of an innocent old man. Confession time: this was hilarious to me. So funny, in fact, that i had to leave the entire building and pull myself together before returning.
There’s something so funny about Google celebrating their 25th anniversary. If you haven’t noticed everything you search today is followed by confetti. So when I searched “what does a lice bug look like” I was insensitively celebrated. Sweet but like, is this shit dandruff or what?
I re-wrote this section three times now.