I have a weird obsession, and I’m not sure why it exists.
I’m not obsessed with football teams, with travel, with chalk, with ballet, with math, with card tricks, with strippers, with ladders, with magazines, with zippers.
I’m not obsessed with backpacks, pillows, dogs, horses, picks or numbers beginning with the letter E.
Nope. I’m obsessed with sharing little things.
The above image, for example. It was a sticker affixed to a garbage can in Laguna Beach. I saw it several weeks ago, snapped its photo, placed it on Instagram. The message—BEYOND PERFECTION IS DESTRUCTION—is interesting, but not overly deep. The face is funny, but hardly mind-blowing.
So why the need to share? Because I like how, in 2017, I can see a sticker, or a dent, or a tattoo … in Southern California, and within 1/100,000,000th of a second some random woman in Bethesda; some random guy in Milwaukee; some couple in Prague … can be seeing the exact same thing. Again, I’m not entirely sure how to explain what, specifically, makes me love that. But I do. I genuinely do.
Hence, here’s a coaster we’ve had in our house for years. I’m looking at it—and now you are, too.
