Recently, I was on facebook. One click led to another and before I was able to contain myself I had gone on a little -ahem- information spree. I typed out the name of a boy I used to see and occasionally talk to at the local hang-out, back when I was a twatty, sweet sixteen year-old, just feeling like checking in and seeing what’s up/What’s what/How adolescence affects people/insert other excuses/bla. Looking at his pictures I realized something. His face was exactly the same. The faint narcissism from back then still clearly readable from his expression, I shuddered that along with his Christiano Ronaldo attitude he had also somehow managed to acquire a Christiano Ronaldo body.
Quintessentially, what this created in me was an intense feeling of horror. Horror because as I looked from the image down to myself, I realized that somehow everyone seemed to have outgrown me. That somehow, somewhere along the line I had stopped evolving.