Searching right right back I am able to properly say my constant breaking of shit wasn’t as a result of monotony.

Searching right right back I am able to properly say my constant breaking of shit wasn’t as a result of monotony.

We destroyed large amount of material when I ended up being a youngster. It absolutely wasn’t my fault, i really couldn’t help it to. I happened to be simply too interested and determined for personal good. From clock radios to busted flashlights, a retro Polaroid camera to a small number of non-retracting measuring tapes, as a perfect excuse to take that fucker apart just so I could see what was inside if it wiggled or jiggled in a way that hinted something might be out of place, I took it.

Or that we liked to unnecessarily destroy things. Or that I became interested in trouble. I recently had this insatiable yearning to determine what made things get and figured the most effective would be to discover would be to start them up and prod around.

Okay, possibly i did so have destructive part. And doing bad things made my 5 12 months old self feel such as a rebel… but I happened to be well intentioned and didn’t really suggest any damage. Aside from my Barbies. Those a-holes had it coming.Continue reading