where the winds sigh

wellalright:

i remember when i was a kid i was total shit at spreading stuff on toast. jam, butter, peanut butter, whatever. i just couldn’t do it. i’d watch other people do it and think, “how? my body just doesn’t do that.” now i’m older and i spread stuff on toast like i’ve been doing it my whole life. it’s embarrassing how i feel when i spread things on toast. i get a little gleam in my eye, a little smirk. the whole thing just reads, “yeah, fuck you, toast. who’s in charge now? me.”

sometimes when i’m bad at stuff now i don’t really worry about it so much. i just put it to the back of my mind and think i’ll come back to it later and just be a master. the whole world is like my slice of toast.

granted not everything can be solved with developed motor skills, but whatever.