#Relatable Kid

Jacob Hepp, Backpage Editor

You wake up to your alarm clock blaring the sultry sounds of a soothing saxophone. You slap the alarm clock, while thinking, “Literally me,” with a deep sense personal connection.
Slumping out of your bed, you walk to your bathroom and see yourself in the mirror. Again, your subconscious mind says to you, “OMG me.” Taking your shower, eating your breakfast, and brushing your teeth all evoke the thought of “That’s so me.”
As you sitting on the bus, you hear the little Maywood kids complaining about their relationship problems. They proclaim “Wow he didn’t even sit next to me in SDR; I might have to break up with him.” You were already relating to this problem from the first syllable.
Stepping into your first period math class, you can already sense the ripe relatable moments just waiting to happen. You’re so excited that you’ve already related to your excitedness—wow, that was deep. #relatable.
Your teacher is writing an example on the board when, suddenly, he drops his marker to the floor. You make direct eye contact with the marker and almost start to cry because of the emotional connections you have with that desolate little marker on the floor. Through tears you choke out the word: “Me.”
Throughout the day, you relate to not only the marker on the floor, but also the speed of the wind (in exact miles per hour), the nut that you saw a squirrel carry away, and even the color of the wall.
#Relatable kid, you’re one of us.