cha-ching.

Matt was here today to help me out. But I noticed that I am not the only one getting playground apathy. Matt too has reduced the strictness he once had at the park, and he doesn't try super hard to put 100% into the games that he plays anymore. He is also sarcastic. None of this is bad, it's different, and quite reassuring, because some days I feel myself being that way too. We are human, and some days drag on longer than others.
This morning I was locking my shack and I got my thumb caught on the sliding lock on my door. It basically hole punched the size of a dime into my thumb, now I have a crater missing. It still hurts a lot, and it bled for a solid 20 minutes. I could barely look at it, because it was so deep it made me nauseous. I have come to the conclusion that blood only bothers me if it's my own, when it comes to others, I am fine and can handle the situation calmly, but when I see my own cuts I just wanna chuck.

I had some really hyper kids today and I had to hold their hands, look into their eyes and very calmly tell them that if they didn't simmer down, I would hold their hands until they left. I was in no way mean, nor did I use any form of terror. I just used my very calm, quiet scary voice. And that works better than anything else.

We played a really solid round of Chaos though today, everyone followed the rules, and the only one who got hurt was me, when I got smoked in the face really hard. We also played ninja throwing star tag after we made lots of little origami throwing stars to use.

Near the end of the day, some girls showed up and set up a temporary tattoo stand and sold blow-pen tattoos (using stencils) or temporary (add with water tattoos) for 50 cents a piece. Long gone are the days that the profitable business was lemonade.

Oh park how I will miss thee.

2 days left :(

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