It’s a disaster. Every time. The sweaty palms forcefully raised at the end of an endurance class, the frightful approach after a team gathering, or last week, bonding with your friend’s kid. If you don’t manage the hand alignment at least at 72% for the clap, it’s just devastating. The worst. I never understood why this was made into a motivational gesture when its failure rate is off the charts.
It should live alongside the extended, deadening silence, and every time I respond “you too” to the waiter who tells me to enjoy my meal.

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