Did you know that on the last Monday of January it's bubble wrap appreciation day?
Forget Ludo and Noughts and Crosses, friends would much rather take-it-in-turns to smash some air where the loudest pop wins. I particularly rejoice the leisure of compressing the bubbles of air between the fingertips of my index finger and my thumb. Strengthening the pressure, configuring a field of resistance and awaiting for the bubble to make wind with a sacred pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. One pop leads to the next, becoming a chain reaction of pops. Pop goes the weasel- music to my ears.
Why do ordinary humans get so amused by the ordinary plastic film studded with mini igloos that is generally just used as packaging to protect fragile items?
Some people find it a therapeutic ritual to squeeze the bubbles individually until the entire sheet is ruptured flat. Acknowledging that the sound of every pop will be a surprise and some won't make a sound at all as the silent balloons deflate their air slowly like tired balloons. If sound is your priority then rapid forceful pops would be your best bet. But slow pinches teases the bubble. You will be able to feel the bubble's tender tensile tissues as your fingers knead and massage into the pillows of air.
Whether I am finger-popping or stomping it out, my favourite method is bunching the film with both hands and giving the bubble wrap a painful Chinese-burn so that I can hear the choir of pops as the bubbles burst in unison.
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