Timster91

When I was a young boy – merely a couple of years old – I used to build little towers out of wooden building blocks with my grandfather. He’d smile fondly as I built them with the intense focus that only a child can muster. Making those towers made me really happy, but the only thing that made me happier than building them was destroying them. I don’t even know why…  I would spend so much time carefully building them, and when they were done I’d knock them down. I repeated this process almost endlessly each day. Build them up, and knock them down. Sometimes I’d violently hit the towers, making the b