I’ve gotten into a point in life where I question why everyone is expected to fall in love in their teenage years. Why is all ya fiction angst and relationships, such that the 14 year old me yearned for nothing but a Prince Charming ?

I look back and I’m really grateful. I did fall into a pit of strangely coordinated puppy love at the age of sweet sixteen… But it didn’t last and soon I was more occupied with the idea of detecting atoms and integrating. Lots and lots of integration.

Maybe I’m just an odd one not meant to have “the one” in my life. Great tradeoff, because I’ve met a bunch of what people would consider “leftovers” for friends and I love them. So very much.

What was this post about anyways ?

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