Is it possible to be jaded by 19 followers? I guess, boy how that got to my head fast. I act like I’m google’s most searched human…I became so concerned with entertaining the less than handful of people that may or may not even read this blog that I forgot why I starting writing in the first place…I love people, I especially love people who would take time out of their day to read my random non-sense but I never did this for that. I just want to talk about sports, random goings on of the day, and boogers. So let’s hit the restart button on this banana hammock and discuss some boogers…
How am I supposed to react to someone having a booger stuck on their face? I know it sounds gross but these are the real issues I’m discussing here. If you don’t confront the problem immediately it only becomes more awkward, as if it weren’t awkward enough. It’s not like that little factoid fits in to any particular conversation “Oh really? I didn’t realize that oranges only grew in November, by the way you have a giant booger on your face.”…if you don’t bring it up in minute one of a conversation but decide to bring it up at minute six, the boogered face person is going to know that you’ve been staring at it. They know that you’ve been having your own personal melt down about whether or not to say anything, rendering the last five minutes of your conversation meaningless. I truly don’t know how to handle these situations when life presents them to me, so please, blow your nose.
