Wednesday, June 1, 2016
12:17 AM: I have an irrational fear of sleeping anywhere near midnight because I’m afraid the ghosties are gonna come into my room, so it’s around this time that I’m in a constant state of fear and can’t sleep.
I have a vivid memory of the first day of fourth grade when I walked into Ms. Sanchez’s English class and, upon finding my name tag on my new desk, I stopped and thought to myself, “Well, this is the desk that will be mine for the whole entire year”. At that moment in time, the end of the school year just seemed so far away, and the time that I was to spend at that desk would last an eternity. It was during the following summer that I finally remembered that moment I had, and I realized that it felt like just yesterday that I was assigned that desk, and the school year had flown by before I could notice it. That got me thinking about the first day of school and the end of summer, but I quickly dismissed these thoughts because hey, summer had just begun, and the first day of school was an eternity away, right?
Time is a bitch.
Which we all know, but the extent always amazes me. The other day on the bus a kid asked his dad? "What is that?" IT WAS THE BUTTON, the literal stop button, and he had no idea what it was. How can you not know that? How can anyone not know that?
I hear my neighboor getting home with her 1yo and she tells her "Where are we? We're home!". Unbeliebable. That kid didn't know where her home was. Hell, she probably didn't even know what a home was or that she had one.
And it gets worse, at some point in my life, back in those ancient times before facebook, I didn't know that stuff. I didn't know what a bus or a home or a mum or a me was. I probably didn't even know what being something was. I can't even begin to comprehend the extent of things I didn't know.
to post the first chapter of my first fic, or wait to get a few more chapters done, that is the question