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Rare and probably with healing powers.

I’ve had a pretty firm stance on avoiding high-fives since high school, when it was pointed out to me that they look really stupid.  But there come moments when I’m confronted with the open and expectant palm of A) innocent people I don’t know me that well or B) someone truly deserving of approval, no matter how pathetic the means of asking.  Awk-ward.  SOME of those times, I can’t deny the hand-slap.  Most of the time I do, and then I feel like a tool, because let’s face it, I just made someone else feel like a bigger tool.

The above was tweeted by a friend who I chose to high-five congratulate for getting a real grown-up job with RKO.  This discretionary system I’ve adopted more recently has people really working for my affection, so I’m okay with it.  And you know if someone tweets something, it’s big news.