i kissed her thick lips and i thought it extrodinary how terribly ordinary it felt, downright unpleasant even, because what i felt, with certitude, is just two sets of lips and a stagnant heartbeat. the problem with life lessons too early is that you won’t get them. you’ll think they’re shit, you’ll think yourself special, unique, immune to pedestrian human dramatics, until, if you’re lucky to remember them years down the line, life ejaculates experience into you and you get it. lessons too early are waste of time - and too late a waste of experince.