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Spinach - Warning, this is like, the most inspiring post ever.

You know how you thought you’d never grow up?  Maybe not everyone nursed morbid thoughts of dying young from extinct diseases like I did, but come on.  Did you really think you’d be here, now, reading this stupid blog and drinking coffee or whatever, and feeling stiff because you like, stood up from your chair more quickly than normal one time last week?  Didn’t you honestly, secretly think that when you were an adult, you’d still be a kid at the same time?  Like, you would have all the same hopes and dreams, but you’d actually be able to carry them out?  That would be cool, wouldn’t it?  And terrifying.  We should all be thankful that the world doesn’t work that way, actually.  But maybe we should stop pretending we never were that kid, at the same time.  You may have changed in a lot of ways, but you weren’t once a child.  You are you, and you have been a child and you will be old and you just is.  You is you, human bean.  My advice to you today is to dig out some of your old favorite thoughts and dreams and ask yourself if they’re still relevant.  I bet they are.  

P.S. If that seems too much like homework, then please go read Roald Dahl’s book, “The BFG”.  That’ll give your inner child a kick in the pants.  Also then you will know why I call people “beans.”  And you can do it too.  Become part of the club.  Pick up a copy of “The BFG” today.  “The BFG” does not sponsor this blog post and I have received no compensation of any kind whatsoever from anyone for anything ever.  

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