Wormhole

This is a little story about getting older.

The process of growing up is weird because we have definitive words for a child and an adult but the transition between the two is about as blurred as it gets. But every now and then a moment of the past occurs again and this time your on the other side of the story. It creates a kind of wormhole between of the past and you know and acts as a foil for your change.

Mine came when my rear view mirror was taken off by an Enterprise truck. I got the information and had to go through the whole process of getting a new one which I must admit was less painless than thought but still a hassle.

I couldn't help but flash back to when I used to live in Dorchester and me and my friends would go on what we called "frenzies" in which we would run down a street and break car rear view mirrors (we were mischievous little ones)(there is video footage that exists of this.)

Consequence was and an after thought and empathy was nonexistent. I can honestly say it never occured to me the time/money/inconvenience we were causing to these people two streets down from where we hung out.

When my rear view mirror was taken out, albeit not by mischievous teenagers, the situation was close enough to open the wormhole. And got to thinknig "damn I would never do some shit like that again" "what if they were in a tough place in their life." even the blind willingness to do something bad just because it's bad doesn't excite me anymore (wellllllll on occasion.)

I have a some of these every now and then but for some reason this one was more vivid. they're interesting reflections to make so keep a lookout for them.