healing
i just remembered today that i used to refuse to use spoons, meaning, i would eat everything with a fork. including soup.
and i guess my point is, it feels good to be able to look back at something totally insane and be able to say, “Hey, Rachel, that was totally insane.”
and the best part about it is this was around the same time my brother was terrified of lose change, and i would belittle him about it constantly. i think it must be some sort of recessive gene in our family because now that i think about it, mom used to talk about how one of her cousins would only eat sqaure hamburgers. now that’s the sort of senseless neuroticism i can enjoy!
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