This right here is my peer group!
I'm making slow changes, but there is so much more I need to figure out. I'm at the point where I think there must be so much more, but then I'm quite content, then I'm downright sad.
That dying thing: sometimes I get so freaked out about people who've been dead for hundreds of years and I think someday I will have been dead for hundreds of years. I had to quit playing my sherlock holmes game for a while because he kept referring to these artist from the 16th, 17th century and I think "they once had a life, they once questioned and cared and loved and hurt, and now they're not even meals for worms anymore." Morbid, I know.
I love this thread and glad you started it, Juniper. Can I call you Junie? That sounds really cute!
