You know, I think the way that old age – or at least the realization that we’re older than we expected to be – creeps up on us is because we just don’t accept the fact that we’ve grown up.

Maybe it’s just me. Consciously I realize I’m an adult and have been for over a year, but inside I think I’ll forever be at that 15-17 age bracket. I find people on Deviantart and go “Wow! That kid’s my age!” and then it’ll hit me. No, they’re two years younger than I am. I can see it happening in the future too. I see pictures of people I consider young adults and realize they’re probably not that much older than me and, in fact, will probably be younger than me when I’m still thinking they’re older than me.

Honestly, I don’t think I mind that much.

… As long as I can keep watching my cartoons.

I think one of the things I like about sun showers is that you wonder Where is the rain coming from?!