I enjoy being able to do things, that is to have some metis, some knowledge of process. How the first time is always awkward realizing you should have clamped the piece that way, or held it across your body, or let it simmer longer before blending. That familiarity, that... not expertise, but competency. It gives me a rush.
I could look back at my childhood and remember embarrassing moments when I really didn't know ANYTHING about something, and everyone else did. Instinct is to ascribe the then (my enjoyment now) to a simple why (my childhood embarrassments, fleeting as they were). But of course the opposite might be as true. And does it matter? Why are some of these things presented as deviations from some perfect and/or perfectly bland upbringing? Even if it wasn't part of me at birth, how boring would I be without? Obviously children endure a great deal of extreme things that they absolutely should not have to, but focusing on the deviations makes us lose focus on the abominations.
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