I know that, like, starving tribes in remote villages in Africa have it pretty bad and stuff, but most of them have probably also never had to deal with that feeling you get when you think you’re done going down a flight of stairs, except there’s one more and even though it’s only one step you momentarily assume that your body is magically falling forever through the floor and straight through the Earth’s crust because it’s the only logical explanation that pops into your head.
I’m going to visit Africa someday and tell them about this and also about the feeling you get when you’re a kid and you eat too much candy on Christmas. The grass isn’t ALWAYS greener, Ethiopia.
