a portrait of the artist as a young man

i’m good at other things in life

I still have not figured out when you’re supposed to hug other people. This is something that most people figure out in middle-school. I’m twenty-five. I generally just avoid it—which is why I hate the passing of the peace in liturgical services—but that makes for awkward situations. Like last night when I said goodnight to two girls with a half salute.