Sometimes... I just don't know.

I mowed the lawn.

Not because I wanted to. Not because I didn't have some kid to push it onto and no one else would. It was because I felt this... weird sensation that it NEEDED to be done and I was the man for the job. And then, while doing it, it was like... I was meant to mow the grass. Like it was my civil duty to maintain the length of my lawn. When I was done, I wanted to raise my hand and bask in the glory and pride that yes - I did just mow the lawn.

Be honest... is this the kiss of death?

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