So for some reason I keep trying to write out a comment about how the janitors at the schools I went to (and also the janitors I’ve met at the schools my wife teaches and has taught at), like aside from just being the coolest adults on campus they are all metalheads (if you live where I live and love music, you get into metal. It’s disrespectful to the town’s history to have any emotion towards metal less intense and/or less positive than love) and people I still think of as good role models. They knew everyone on campus by name and would use humor to defuse and deescalate conflicts (not just between students, also between staff and faculty) which are both something I’ve always wished I could do (I suck at names and I’m only moderately funny).

For some reason I don’t understand, the comments I’ve attempted involve Flaming Steve, which is the name Steve’s boyfriend gave to character Steve pretends to be when he sees homophobia. Sometimes in order to beat Crazy, you have to out-crazy Crazy. Steve got that. He’s dude I admire and look up to. He’s not a janitor though so I don’t know why I keep thinking of him while writing this comment. Maybe he has the same energy as those cool janitors we have, I am going to figure this out when I get a second for navelgazing.