mini short story: night 1

a catapult exists with one of the silliest names. "constianapull!" i used to say everyday as a child. things like those, we don't quite fully get it, we don't fully understand it, we haven't yet learned. 

in the unknown, as children, we react with a laugh. at these silly names. how hard it was to pronounce my neighbors name, spagetti, or to this day, filet mignon. 

in the unknown, as we get older, sometimes we react in laughter. often times, that's much more oblivious to see, is fear, and hate.

we enrage with the unknown, so mysterious, perhaps even sacred upon first meeting. 

we never stop growing up. i told myself last year, "when i grow up, i'll know," with 18 year old me in mind. as 18 year old me, i think, "when i grow up, i'll know." and even when i reach 27, i'll think, "when i grow up, i'll know."

we never stop learning. we never stop adventuring, exploring, even unintentionally. i run into these people all of the time, who teach me things by sometimes simply existing, or sometimes, intentionally.

just last week, as we were at college to sign my friends into their classes, i asked, "what do you call those hammers-... the judge hammers, the-"

"gavels." my partner replied.

"how the fuck..." and off on my speech i went, because it was so strange for something i never thought about before, they knew the answer to.

give into the pleasure, make it last forever. hold on to everything we are.