I feel like my life has a No Mundane Shit clause. Sometimes this is very intentionally me making choices because if there’s a fun option I’ll take it—the all black puzzle, big fish pillow, very nice cribbage board. Sometimes things kind of coalesce and result in what’s probably a little quirky without the context but with it, that clause is sure doing some work.
- I don’t drink alcohol. I decided as a teenager I wouldn’t, it’s been a couple decades since.
- I was a baker for a decade. Sourdough breads, croissants, cookies, knuckles burnt grazing oven roofs. So at some point I got a shot glass with measurements on it for home baking.
- I collect bones and bugs for display. The little pill container that I have, so that if I’m not taking my meds right away I leave the whole organizer in the bathroom and never lose it, is currently elsewhere with a dead bug in it waiting to be put in a jar or something.
This all culminates in the second time I’ve ever earnestly tipped a shot glass against my lips, a couple decades after the first, with just my daily meds in there. Felt like a moment of some kind. A very “this is entirely me on my bullshit” situation. Be on your bullshit enough and you'll just live it.