Walking by Starbucks, I noticed a bright red window decal shaped like a gigantic Christmas tree ornament with the words "I wish grownups could remember being kids". Because I'm such a cynical jerk, I automatically assumed that this seemingly harmless set up was in fact a mega-corporate marketing ploy intended to resonate some deep fuzzy feeling associated with childhood and the holidays in the hearts of each random passerby, consequently causing them to translate the message to "Be a kid again -- drink coffee!" in an unconscious manner, and ultimately compelling them to step inside and buy a darn cup of overpriced coffee with such a deluded expectation.
But, you know, that's just me being cynical.
a new friend that I had only met at the beginning of the semester. It started when I asked him what he thought about church this morning, and he said he couldn't remember. I then proceeded to ramble on about the importance of learning and applying what you've learned to real life, and just when I was beginning to fear that perhaps I was lecturing him, he interrupted me by saying, "Hey, Alice, can you stay here for another year? Maybe two? So we can have more conversations like this?" This coming from someone, I've realized, that I barely even know. I have trouble remembering if he's a sophomore or a junior, I'm not even sure of his hometown, I know nothing about his family. And yet, I do know him really well. And yet, we're friends. You could say that that's odd, but I think that it's awesome.