me:
I’m the type of person who lays awake at 3am worrying about that one thing I said seven years ago.
friend:
I’m still upset on a daily basis because of a social misstep that occurred during trick or treating when I was seven years old.
me:
I one time pretended to know what incest was when I was too young to know what incest was and the jerk mean kid called me on it and made fun of me for it and I still think about that.
friend:
Lol. That’s awesome.
me:
My twelve year old self is stuck in that moment in time remaining forever uncool.
friend:
Just think. If you had a time machine. Don’t waste time with Hitler. Go back and define incest for yourself. You will become the cool Emily.
me:
I come back and 9⁄11 comes and goes and I’m like “wait the towers are still standing” and someone says, “uh, yeah, why wouldn’t they be? Weirdo.” And then I have a total nervous breakdown. 9⁄11 – all because some dumb kid didn’t know what incest was.
friend:
Oh no. I just got chills.
me:
I’m dying 😂
friend:
This is how Butterfly Effect should have been written.
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2020 Emily Duchaine.
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