The children, they yearn for the mines
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
Can this be lemmy copypasta?
Its because the children yearn for the mines.
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This is also how the pyramids happened.
Yep pretty much!
To be clear, the text in the bottom half of this meme is 100% accurate, though rarely, if ever, spoken out loud. When you approached The Hole, you’d briefly exchange glances with the other diggers, they’d nod, silently acknowledging a new ally and, without a word, affirming “you know what to do.”
I feel like this was at the age before you learnt how to interact with strangers… or perhaps before you temporarily forgot how to.
Probably the latter. Back then making a new friend was as easy as walking up to the other kid and just joining in. You like Hot Wheels? I also like Hot Wheels.
Making friends as an adult is awkward as hell, even if you share the same interests. “I had fun and would like to hang out with you again, but asking another grown ass man you just met for their contact info is a strange and terrifying concept.”
The hole must be dug deeper. DEEPER.
I’ve literally experienced this except we were drunk adults and not kids. We ended up with like 10 guys and the hole was about 5 foot in every direction by the time someone shut us down.
One another bottomless pit attracts future bottoms. It’s a danger for our top\bottom economy.
I always take a full sized shovel to the beach, none of this small plastic shit, and it always attracts positive attention from kids and dads!
Boys? Don’t dig deeper than you are tall, ok? Sand can fall in on itself. If it’s up to your neck, we dig you out. If it’s over your head, we don’t get to come to the beach again.
Got that, boys? Okay. Grab a spade.
Just keep making it wider as well as taller.
Growing up in a village, we did this sometimes near a pond. Instead of sand, it was soft clay. It was fun to see it fill up with water when it got deep enough.
