One of my personal rules had to become “don’t take it apart unless it broken”. My wife hates that everyone brings me stuff to fix or explore. I’ll be trying to get into the remote and heart monitor connected to my death bed.
One of my personal rules had to become “don’t take it apart unless it broken”. My wife hates that everyone brings me stuff to fix or explore. I’ll be trying to get into the remote and heart monitor connected to my death bed.
This weird old acquaintance of the family once saw me taking the back cover off of something once and got all fired up and giddy and goes, “I knew it! I just knew it! You’re the type a kid who looks at somethin’ and just has to know how it works on the inside, aren’t ya?! Hah! I knew it!”. I nodded. But I wasn’t that kid. In fact, that was probably the only time I ever did. I don’t know what the fuck he was talking about.
But as far as my thing… I guess I’m that friend who gets weirdly sentimental and nostalgic about nature or the general atmosphere of where I’m currently at. I’m the only guy who gives a shit that there are crickets singing and has to comment on it, because the sound of it just brought me back to ten other vivid memories and feelings from when I sat there listening to them in the past and it’s consuming 80% of my attention right now.