There’s a guy at work who is getting a motorcycle next week, apparently. When he talks about ‘getting his motorcycle license’ and motorcycle, there’s a part of me that reacts with envious awe, “Woah… a motorcycle license… that’s cool… motorcycle,” placing the man temporarily on a shining white pedestal with a glowing golden spotlight on him.
But then, as I mentally gaze up at this god-like figure of a person (who is thus due to the motorcycle status, of course – nothing to do with his actual body or anything) surrounded by shining lights, another part of me slowly wakes up and says, “Uh… hello… it’s actually called a motorcycle endorsement, not a license…. And, heLLO, Banana: you have one of those… and you drive a motorcycle… derr… you dope.”
And then I just feel silly and giddy all at the same time, laughing at my odd forgetful moment and delighted in the recovery of the relevant memories and information.
I guess I am really cool still. And I still just keep forgetting how cool. B.A., really… in many ways, I am that shining person up on that pedestal. And that is totally baller. I am ever grateful for such beautiful blessings and opportunities in my life.
Thanks, bruh… I love you. 😉