there was this book my parents would read to me when i was a kid called “because brian hugged his mother.” hey maybe you did too, but assuming you didn’t i’ll give you a quick summary. it starts out with brian…you guessed it…hugging his mother. it seems like such a little thing, but it makes his mother feel like doing something nice for someone, and that person does something nice because of that and so on and so forth. it’s a literary masterpiece, trust me.
but anyways, i saw a brian today. not literally, although i guess his name could’ve been brian? you know what he looked like a brian. okay okay back to the story. i was walking through a building on campus and i saw this cute-as-heck-look-at-his-white-overalls elderly man painting (staining? varnishing?) that wood there. as i was appreciating his overwhelming old man cuteness, “brian” walked by. but rather than admire the man from afar (which sounds creepy now that i’m writing it out. it wasn’t.) he walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. brian said “hey, it looks really good!” gave him a thumbs up and a wink (not really) and walked away like he hadn’t just melted my heart. the man had the biggest grin on his face as he continued working. thank you brian for reminding me how satisfying it is to make other people happy, you’re a champ.