So there I was, washing my hands in the tea room at work, when I caught a finger on my right hand in the rubber bands on my left wrist. And in that moment I had the sudden vivid memory of having broken those rubber bands last night, pulling on them ‘til they snapped. Something that didn’t particularly jive with the two rubber bands still encircling my wrist. All of this, when viewed together, means that last night I had a very lucid dream about breaking the rubber bands that I wear as bracelets. Great. So now I’m dreaming about certain accoutrements that I still don’t even know why I wear. Because I feel naked without them. Fine. It’s true, but it doesn’t answer the original question. Because they’re lucky. Because they hold a personal significance, of which the particulars are insignificant. Because they remind me not to forget to remember... something.
Because in this life, you never know when you just might desperately need a rubber band.
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