Someone gave Martiros a regulation softball recently and it sparked a wave of baseball mania. He was aware of baseball before this but other things seemed more exciting. Now he’s turbocharged about everything baseball related. This pancake attempts to capture his incredible enthusiasm for a new thing.
This got me thinking about what it’s like being an adult. Waves of intense enthusiasm are less common. Is it because I know what it will be like to play baseball so there is less fantasy or because I imagine the inconvenience necessary before and after the fun? It’s a funny habit, to let your mind discount the joy and dwell on the discomfort before it happens. Is that the wisdom of age?