I tend to develop short-term obsessions. My current obsession is Lox Bagels: Cream cheese, salmon, red onion on toasted wheat, no capers. On Sunday, in Philadelphia, I visited a fancy bagel shop and paid over $14 for one measly bagel. This same bagel costs about $7.50 in my neighborhood bagel shop. I live in the outskirts of D.C., so I don’t think just being in Philadelphia accounts for the outrageous cost of the bagel. I felt really stupid pay that much for a bagel.
That’s all.
I just want to say that I really hate cheerful encouragement, particularly within an athletic context: “You got this! You can do it! You’re doing great! Keep going! Keep it up! High five!”
And worst of all: “You got this, Mama!”
The latter combines both my dislike of enthusiastic words of encouragement AND my dislike of moms referring to each other as “Mama.” I only want my baby calling me Mama.
It all kind of feels like getting one of those cheap participation trophies at the end of the soccer season.
I know it would be pretty ogreish to ask well-meaning people to stop with the one-line pep talks, so I don’t. I’m sure it says more about me than them.
But God it annoys me.
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