Training Wheels

I have become very used to working on projects for school. So much so that I have to pretend my other projects are homework assignments and that there is a fictional teacher about to get on my case. One of my actual school projects right now is so open ended that I will never be able to think of anything to do ever again.

My laundry machine is very old and inconsiderate. It makes it sound like people are getting frisky in my apartment every time it tries to wash anything. How the clothes get so out of position inside there is beyond me.

My attention span has become so bad that I cannot even focus long enough to fully form a thought such as this one. At the same time, it is periodically extremely focused; so much so that I lose track of time for hours on end.

My house has recently become aware of a new phenomenon called ‘nightlife escalation’. Like an arms race, we are racing against an invisible foe to have the most crazy experience. Things are escalating.

Today we debated what, if given the opportunity to choose absolutely anything, would you become a master of? Guitar? Japanese? You are allowed to pick anything and you will be as good as is humanly possible. What made the question more interesting was imagining how your answer would change if the same opportunity was presented to everyone in the world. Would it be any fun to be the best tennis player in the world if 25,000 other people were too? Given this, what to pick!

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