I always knew deep-down I was a two-stepper, but I never fully had one of those, “Oh yeah, I am a two-stepper,” epiphanies until this morning. I was making the transfer from the L train to the E train and there I was, completely two-stepping (or taking two steps at a time when going up stairs) and I started thinking, “Ok, what does this say about me that I two-step?” I’m always in a hurry. I have little patience for “steps” in general, which can have ugly implications obviously in other realms of “life”. But I also started looking around at who else was two-stepping and the only other person I noticed was another short-ish dude, so I then thought, “Do I two-step, at least partially, because of my size?” I’m definitely short-ish, I don’t have the longest legs in the world, do I two-step because I physically can’t cover as much ground single-stepping as the average person? Hmm. Maybe in my cute-short-way I’m just trying to say, “Hey, wait up. Don’t count me out because I look like I’m twelve. You see! I beat you up the stairs. Haha.” Wow, I’m really depressed all of a sudden, um.