Looking back at my birthday · 9:34pm Oct 1st, 2014
Another year has passed, and I'm a little more mature, a little older, and still don't feel like a real, serious adult person. It's interesting: I think my self-image has stopped aging somewhere in my early twenties, and though the years have passed, the "real me" remains young inside my head. Perhaps it's all the associating with students and RPGers and cosplayers, or perhaps it's the rejuvenating essence of ponies; perhaps it's the way the modern life keeps you from settling down into a rut even when you'd like that, ors just the amount of mental and social stimulation we have available. In any case, I'm not complaining.
Not yet, at least!
Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is entirely optional...
Happy belated birthday! ^.^
And hey, old in body but young at heart, right?