**I’m gonna start this off by saying hello. Welcome. Thanks for clicking (or tapping). I’m gonna blog about my NYE soon. But I wanted start off my first River™ blog post with this lil intro/disclaimer.

Blogging w/ thumbs is cool. I dig it. Mobile ftw. It allows me to go off the cuff easier. Feels very meta. Tbh. To Be Honest. It feels like expressing yourself, your internal dialogue, comes off more natural. If that makes sense? Like, I can type with my thumbs laying in the couch, like I’m doing literally rn, and it feels like I’m actually talking.

Maybe it feels more natural for me because it’s more comfortable. If your laptop/pc is formal coded, then your phone casual coded. So ofc blogging with thumbs feels better getting your authentic voice to cut through.

That said.

I’m gonna start using this as a way to get my internal musings off the dome. I enjoy writing and have been thinking about a blog that’s just on some public journal type thing. I have other blogs but this is gonna be just thumb thoughts lol. I kinda like that name. #ThumbThoughts.

For example, the other day while on the bus listening to music, I had a funny experience.

Btw the new Sony headphones are fire. So so good.

Anyways I was otw headed into the city, headphones on full-blast-noise-cancelation-mode. Nobody or nothing is bothering me. And I catch a swift scent of poop. Not a lingering smell, but a strong quick scent outta nowhere.

Idk if anyone else is a frequent public transporter (negative carbon footprint go brr owww) but when you’re in public spaces and you smell poop, everyone is a suspect.

As I’m catching a whiff I start looking around to see who tf just pooped themselves. I notice other eyes darting around to see too.

The whodunit begins

I’m glancing at each person tryna figure out from their facial expressions if they did it or not.

Is it the old lady with the face mask?
What about the baby sitting in the stroller??
Is it the man with the wild hair and stained clothes?

Shit is it me????!

Idk. But I catch another potent ass whiff.

What is that smell???????

At this point, I’m close to my destination anyways so it’s whatever. But damn does it **wreak. **

I pull the cord because my stop finally arrived. As I get up to leave, I look down and notice the father & daughter who’s been sitting in front of me this whole time. The dad looked about early 40s and the daughter was a lil toddler. I walk past ‘em and found the culprit.

!!! I FOUND THE POOP SMELL !!!

Sometimes you feel vindicated when you figure something out. Other times you feel disappointed. A few times you feel both—this was one of those times lol.

Out the corner of my eye, I look over and see the lil girl hold up a balled fist to her dads face. The girl smiles & looks at him and opens up her hand.

She asks her dad,

“cheese?”

lol
lmao even

This whole time. THIS WHOLE TIME. It was cheddar cheese I was smelling. Thankfully not poop (thank god not this time at least). But wow.

You gotta love living in the city lol.

Being around others in common spaces requires you to be present, and silly moments like this reminds me to continue to do just that.

Be present and experience.

/end_disclaimer**