Noticed Today…
It’s a shame the number 5 takes so much longer to write (relatively) to the other single digit numbers. No shortcuts to be taken or it looks like a messy backwards 2, and that’s not cool with me.(Via lfarm)
I have never been able to write ‘8’ decently. As a kid, I used to write it almost sideways, like the infinity sign, which was fine with me. But then my teachers slowly started making me write it upright and it was difficult for me to do. Even now, I can’t write it properly. It starts off okay but then ends with an ugly straight line from bottom-left to top-right, occasionally followed by an ugly sharp turn at the top if I feel like trying to complete the loop.
So lay off the ‘5’, yeah? Join me in hating the ‘8’ instead.
Manipulating Child
(Via riotrepublic)
I like how the dog follows the parents around, like he’s seen it all before.
I was just walking home along the street and a maybe 10 year old kid came cycling up the road. He was giving it dixie on his bike, like he was trying make a personal best time to the end of the road or something.
As he was getting nearer, I held out my left hand for a high five and he got a big grin on his face, completed the high five and then yelled “Come On!” and picked up the pace even more.
I hope he got a decent time.
(Via pile : ericlodwick : kevindavidcrowe)
This seems so wrong and so right at the same time.
I’m not a boy, not yet a man
I was walking through the street today and there was a little girl, maybe 5 years old, who was walking with her mum but doing that kid dawdle, where they walk really slow and kind of swerve around so it makes it impossible for you to walk past them.
The mum realised and took the kid’s hand and said, “Let this man past”.
I smiled my thanks and kept walking but in my head it felt like fireworks were exploding, because it felt weird to be called a ‘man’.
I’m not saying people call me a child all the time, but I’m not sure I’ve heard someone refer to me as a man before. It felt weird.
I’m 29 years old.
Growing up
Last night, at a friend’s barbecue, a nine-year old beat me at the Home Run Challenge on Wii Sports three times in a row and was actually giving me help and tips by the end.
I used to be that nine-year old, goddammit.
This is seriously a photo of me as a kid standing beside a chimpanzee next to a swimming pool. It was taken in Spain somewhere in the early 80s. I don’t actually remember it.
