AWKWARD MIDDLE SEAT.

have you ever taken a like, 8-12 hour car ride? yeah, probably, but you know that awkward middle seat? in between the two relatively comfy chairs in the backseat of a car? the seat is kinda like a awkward bump? If you know what I'm talking about, then yeah, have you ever taken an 8-12 hour car ride sitting on that awkward middle seat? WELL I HAVE. And let me tell you that it was the opposite of heaven. torture. TORTURE I TELL YOU. I have a long history with being stuck in the awkward middle seat.  I've always been the littlest one so I've always been forced and seat bealted into that death trap. So when me, my cousin, my sister, and two adults drove from California to Lake Tahoe, the 8-12 hour car ride, I was forced into that seat against my own will. My behind has never been that sore before. Plus, we went snowboarding in Lake Tahoe, and i preceded to fall an inumberable amount of times on my tailbone. So when we drove back to California, (another 8-12 hour car ride) and I had to sit on the awkward middle seat WITH A BRUISED TAILBONE, I felt like dying every second. or at least chopping me body off from the torso down.  IT WAS BAD. anyway, that's just my ranting of the awkward middle seat.  They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and the awkward middle seat is one enemy I'm forced to be best friends with. Anyway, if you made it this far in this posting you clearly must be at a sad place in your life. go and paint a picture or call a friend. or bake a cake. or go learn how to make spaceships. or you can even go drive from Cali to Lake Tahoe (which totals 8-12 hours if you haven't learned that by now) and sit on the awkward middle seat and cry the whole time. By guess what, i didn't cry. Cause I'm strong like that. If you do that challenge and you don't cry, then come find me and i'll give you a high five and a smile. or a thumbs up and a smile. anddd, i might even give you a pat on the back, and ice pack for your tush cause I can expect you'll be in pain, a smile, and i might even bake you peanut brittle. but if you're allergic to peanuts, i'll make you some fudge. just kidding. i don't know how to make fudge. I don't know how to make peanut brittle either. But i can make a mean cheese omelette.  So if your wanna come over for breakfast, you can come over, and I'll give you a smile and a plate filled with omelette goodness, a smile, and a glass of orange juice. And then we'll sit outside and stare at m backyard and then we'll first make small talk and chat about the weather, and then i'll say let's stop with the small talk and have a deep conversation and I'll ask you the meaning of life. But all that will only happen if you sit in the awkward seat. So do it, and we'll have a grand old time. If you made it THIS far, i applaud you. Legit, right now, I just clapped by myself to you. Someone just asked me why I just clapped out loud, and I told them that this great person just read this long thing I've written. And that's you. so good job; round of applause for you. now don't let those bedbugs bite tonight, cause those things suck.