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Walmart employee story time.

(Disclaimer: I am not a Walmart employee yet. This is about a Walmart employee I encountered.)

My sister and I went to Walmart for our biweekly grocery expenditures (that's how you use that word, right?) and while we're in the dairy section "Come Sail Away" by Styx is playing. Heck yes so I'm singing along, it's especially fun to do the chorus. I'm doing it quietly because I don't want to embarrass my sister in public or anything but in a moment I look over and there a few refrigerators away is a Walmart employee stocking and... also singing!

Anyhow the song fades out and my sister and I go about out business but when that guy was done with what he was doing he approached me and said, "Hey... so I uh. I noticed you were singing along to the other song. It made me really happy to hear someone was singing that song, I was singing along too."

:D .

He was really nice and went back to work but man that stuck with me.

Well those are allllmost done

can confirm! this is the 3706th writing tip of all time!

writing tip #3706:

write the first word, then the last word, then the second word, then the second to last word, then keep going until you meet in the middle

the best was actually when my family called me and i hear

"...

birthdayy.

... ...

... ...

birthdayy.

... ... ...

birthdayy

...

...

birthday"

they sang happy birthday to me except the only word they sang was birthday in a semi monotonous tone and they left everything else with an ominous silence

this was, no doubt, the creative genius of my brothers and my dad

someone go ahead and make hematoma henry a thing

You don't have to know exactly what you're feeling or experiencing. You're allowed to give it your own interpretation or take a best guess. You're allowed to simply leave it undefined. Whatever works best for you.

this was gonna be my experience with meds this morning but I think it actually could be used in funnier contexts too

because yeah. I will be using this whenever I commit a stupid also.

Something I randomly think about a lot is how when very old castles, manors, and large country estates were built, they were built with the expectation of guests. In eras when you rarely travelled over a hundred miles from home, when one did travel guests stayed for long periods of time with friends and relatives. Wealthy people would have guests in their home frequently (virtually all the time, if you were royalty), so huge houses (and staffs) accommodated for multiple guests on long stays. More homes were multi-generational, too.

And now when people live in big houses it’s usually just themselves. Maybe 4-6 in a family, and when the kids get married and move away? Maybe only 1 or two. Guests rarely “sleep over,” and almost never longer than a weekend. I don’t know exactly what caused the cultural shift, but it fascinates me.

bringing back the interstellar fandom one cranky science nerd at a time

we were never meant to be permanent

not in

mortality

so the story behind this, today, is that I got emotionally attached to a class I only have for three months ish. that's college for you.

and we came to the end of our time together today sitting around a table, slamming markers and gatorade down in a game in Portuguese I felt so content even knowing it was coming to an end even with the primal fear of someone aboard a speed train about to reach the end of the track one day, it will be permanent but not in this life I will see you all again on the other side Even if I never see you again in this mortal life

It comes down to the principle of Gatorade. That's what I call it because I remember a time when I was a kid that Gatorades were a prize. You could only obtain them by playing soccer because the other kids' soccer moms would bring Gatorade and CapriSun and all those glorious things your parents didn't get for you. Basically, you can't have one Gatorade forever. Makes sense, right?

But what if you could make a Gatorade last forever? What if you were in that one glorious moment forever? The sun shining off the thick clouds in the late golden hour, illuminating the greens and blues in the mountains around, the wind your best friend so exhilarating, the satisfaction of completing a soccer game you loved not for anything in particular other than the fact that you were outside and alive and proving yourself alive and you have a Gatorade.

Make that moment last forever. Now, what do you lose?

Years from now, you'll be at a movie night with friends. You will be scrunched between two people you love on a couch, or maybe curled cozily into a corner, or marinating in a beanbag with a super soft blanket. The movie is the greatest movie you've ever seen and it's only augmented by being cozy with true friends. One day you will finally achieve that skill you spend years trying to perfect. One day you might even learn to cook. You'll meet someone new a thousand times, then a million times. You'll even get to meet the same person again and again if you try. There will be so many people that come and go in your life. So many hobbies and loves and passions and YouTube recommendations.

You will change as a person and maybe you will be scared to. Maybe you'll long for the comfort and safety and glory of the Gatorade in the fresh air.

But if you remain there forever, you will never meet your best friend. You will never have that cozy movie night and never accomplish that tricky thing. You will never encounter so many things to love. TV show or drawing styles or color palettes or characters or songs. You're going to make an awesome PowerPoint one day. Would you give that up for the Gatorade you've already had?

As mortal beings we are confined to a timeline. Time-bound. Afterwards, though, we'll get to be whole, and let me tell you time isn't a problem for God. We'll get to remember each moment of joy we got to have down here on earth. We'll get to live each of them all at once if we want, and be with everyone we love all at once, forever, and I know I'm a mortal and probably butchering this description of what comes next because heck it I've not been there yet but that's sort of what it'll be like.

It's possible for everything we want to be permanent to be permanent in eternity. That's the point of eternity. That is not the point of mortality. The point of mortality is to do many things, experience many things, keep moving.

(As for the loved ones who stay in your life? They change, too, and that's beautiful.)

We were never meant to be permanent in mortality. The permanence comes later.