This is perhaps odd, ironic or indicative of my own immaturity, but not flippant or evasive, but perhaps the most difficult aspect of adulthood is wondering what it would feel like to be a grown up. I haven't a clue. I see the ever increasing expanse of forehead, the graying hair, the lines upon my face, and the same kid I ever was staring back at me in my reflection.

Like, part of me was this old when I was a kid, and part of me now is still a kid when I'm this old.

But I think I like it that way.

sqrl.