i've been thinking a lot about what i might call this period of my life when i look back on it in twenty years.
(because this is the kind of thing one must think about. {obviously}.)
and i have decided, after much consideration, that it shall be called:
the period in which i learn to blow air through my lips in all directions and manners of fashion as an attempt to keep myself calm.
(and find that alone to be completely insufficient. {obviously}.)