picking dead skin off the bottom of my ears, pulling my cuticles up, popping pimples, really pushing your nails into your hand lines, destroying scabs, etc… my body may be kind of bloody and and dysfunctional but it’s smooth and that’s what matters
I’ll use my hand to slosh water where I want it or froth up the soap suds, or my nails to scrape at something stuck-on. It always feels like a hack, something I’d forgotten I could do. it reminds me of what perfect tools my hands are.
this weekend a man on the bridge dropped his airpods so i picked them up for him then on his run back when he passed me he smiled and waved because we were microfriends. i will never see him again but we had our moment
i just made this term up but it feels right to describe a nice little fleeting human connection
drop your microfriendship stories/recs