Flossing

Every human culture has a ritual of sorts. From adulthood rites, to conversion, to marriage, and today, I partook in a ritual, of sorts.

Today, I flossed. Oh, yeah, doesn’t sound like such a big deal. But I fucking hate flossing. I’m sure my dentist would literally shit her pants. That’s like all she ever says. But for real, I did. And the biggest thing, what makes it a ritual? I’ll do it again tomorrow. Oh, shit.

But it’s not just flossing. Today, I am not like yesterday. Tomorrow morning I am going to start jogging, in preparation of me returning to my high school physical ability. Which is to say, to be able to run for five miles, and carry sixty pounds. So, yeah. An odd goal. But also not alone. It’s a whole new life thingy.