TMW you just begin thinking that you are old enough to say that you have seen everything and you face this :
TMW you realize that all young people (including yourself when you were young) are unflappably convinced that they invented cheek.
TMW you realize that all young people (including yourself when you were young) are convinced they invented EVERYTHING! My roomie, who is about to turn 65 later this month, is still convinced he invented storytelling, humor, ideas in general, and words. I'm only half kidding. He's a strange beast.
TMW your significant other calls to mention he's been in a car accident. He's ok. Just a fender bender. But that spike of adrenaline that hurts the skin just before he mentions he's ok.
That Moment You Realise: You're doing something right. Just got back from the vet with my Rue Dog, (just an annual wellness check and shots), and the vet smiles and says: "Your dog is obnoxiously healthy, what have you been doing with him?"
TMW you can't wait for election day to be over because television has become the comments section of any random hot-button internet article.
TMW you realize that, if you wrote 1,000 words a day, you could write 10,000 words in ten days. I somehow didn't realize that until I saw the pace of my novella draft.
I deal with this kind of thing by just accepting that there's no such thing as "new" jeans. Sure, some jeans may have just come from the store, and this might be the first time you wear them, but never think they're "new." Jeans are for getting grease on. They're for getting dirty. If you want to preserve clean clothes, you don't wear jeans. Put on those stupid gray flannel pants they make British schoolboys wear. Jeans are for guys who get things done, and if you don't get them greasy, you're not using them right.
TMW: You realise you have Ghost Adventures on and you wonder, why the hell am I watching this idiocy? Then they run screaming from a small calico cat and you go: 'Oh, yeah...that's why.'
That moment when you realize that you have a hole in your pocket and the coins you had in that pocket are now gone.
That moment when you are eating pistaccios out of the package and you find one pistaccio that already slipped out of its shell, so you just pick it up and throw it in your mouth.
That moment you eat a bunch of nuts and you get to the last one and it's bad and there is nothing left to get rid of the bad taste in your mouth.
That moment you realize that you're supposed to read twelve Russian short stories over the weekend, as a self-duty-thing, and it's Sunday, and you've read zero thus far. #Stoic