I want to tell you about that moment, when your five fingers smack into another person's five fingers. Have you ever gone in for a high five with someone you know because one of you said something stupidly profound and/or profoundly stupid? And you're so ready for it. As your hand is flying through the air, you are hyper aware of how you're doing everything right. You've got your hand as straight as a ruler, your looking down the scope of a sniper rifle at the other person's elbow, and you've timed it perfectly. Your hands collide at that victorious moment, but the sound is just ever so slightly off. And the other persons hand is a lot smaller than you thought. In fact it's squarer too. And bony. Oh wait, that's a fist. Awkward...