do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

I referred to my parents as ‘father’ and ‘mother’ growing up like I was an 19th century aristocratic British child who only saw them on holidays and my peers thought this was strange because it was strange. Everyone else called their parents ‘diddy’ and ‘mama’ and a whole assortment of affectionate addresses but I referred to them like ‘mother’ and ‘father’ were their job titles.

I’m a morning person as long as I’m not around a single other person and there is absolutely no fucking noise

I think I genuinely harbor contempt for thrill-seekers who climb Mount Everest at this point