Superduper Serial -

There is a phrase that lives in the quiet, sticky corners of my childhood memory. It’s not a grand philosophical quote or a line of sacred scripture. It’s the playground vernacular of the 1990s:

You remember it. The moment a pinky swear wasn’t enough. The moment you looked your best friend in the eye, dropped the facade, and said, “No, I’m superduper serial.” It was a grammatical car crash—an adverb smashing into a misspelling of “serious”—but we all knew what it meant. superduper serial

To be superduper serial is to burn the ships on the shore. It is to say, "I am not keeping a backup plan. I am not keeping one foot out the door. I am here." There is a phrase that lives in the

It meant: The mask is off. This is the raw truth. I am not joking. The moment a pinky swear wasn’t enough

So here is my confession, typed in the raw light of this Tuesday afternoon: