I remember back when I was in kindergarten I begged and begged for the Crayola 64 crayon box, the fancy one with the crayon sharpener built right into the box. It was all I wanted. After what seemed like an eternity my mom finally gave in, probably to shut me up. The world was great for a couple of days. I could color anything I wanted in practically any shade my young mind could imagine. But then the inevitable happened. Somehow two or three of the crayons disappeared. It was tragic. I felt a great sense of loss, and for the next few days I wandered through life listlessly, feeling woefully incomplete. I relay this story because I want to show empathy. I imagine that sense of loss must be something you wrestle with each day, wandering through life having misplaced your brain.
I feel your pain, man. But it'll get better.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I remember back when I was in kindergarten I begged and begged for the Crayola 64 crayon box, the fancy one with the crayon sharpener built right into the box. It was all I wanted. After what seemed like an eternity my mom finally gave in, probably to shut me up. The world was great for a couple of days. I could color anything I wanted in practically any shade my young mind could imagine. But then the inevitable happened. Somehow two or three of the crayons disappeared. It was tragic. I felt a great sense of loss, and for the next few days I wandered through life listlessly, feeling woefully incomplete. I relay this story because I want to show empathy. I imagine that sense of loss must be something you wrestle with each day, wandering through life having misplaced your brain.
I feel your pain, man. But it'll get better.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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