My mind often turns toward the very mundane. It's frustrating that there are so many things that a person must keep to themselves not because it's obscene or necessarily secret, but because no one is interested in hearing about it. These things are just too small to be shared. You could say them to the people closest to you in the most idle of moments, I guess. There are a lot of things like this for me, and they are chronicled here.
When it gets to that point, I try snapping with my other hand, which is hard. It's funny how poorly the non-dominant hand does even fairly simple things like snapping. It's easy to understand how you can't just write with that hand, but snapping seems easy enough. I just cannot do it properly with my left hand, although I think I have gotten a touch better. It comes and goes, but I am resolved to get it someday. There'll be a blister on that left thumb yet.
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