I keep trying to figure out why I feel so conflicted about feeling both a pathetic connectedness to those brains, but feel so far removed from that world.
Then I remember that I’m not even 26 yet. “Adolescence” doesn’t technically end until the 25.
I almost feel justified calling myself a “kid” in conversations with my older friends from YSaC.
(…or maybe I’m just trying to find an excuse not to get a new job)
(and not get married yet)