Adblock on internet browsers. I forget that things like advertisements before videos on Youtube exist.
French Fried Onions. Because French Fried Onions are delicious.
My favorite pencil. It just fits in my hand so perfectly.
That I live in an age where regular bathing is a thing.
The hooks in bathroom stalls and the tiny strap on my backpack that have faithfully held up my sometimes ridiculously heavy backpack through three and a half years of college
The squiggly red line that alerts me to spelling errors.
Inside jokes. Because how else can you say something as simple as, “Mashed potatoes,” and make someone laugh?
Apples to Apples. I cannot tell you how much amusement I have gotten out of Apples to Apples.
Spam comments on my blog. Sometimes they’re really funny.
To quote myself from a conversation with a couple friends: “I feel the need to say that I appreciate that we’re the type of people who discuss what sort of titles fictional characters from space would use with each other in Japanese at almost 2 in the morning.”
Sarcasm. If I could not use sarcasm, my communication with others would be cut in half. At least.
Toes. They’re very useful for picking things up.
My favorite math equation: 3×7=21
Sandals. They’re a socially acceptable way of almost having bare feet in public.