Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for December 04, 2015
When I was young, I was generic. I didn't have lots of opinions for knowledge. I just felt things. I cared about love, and friends, and starry nights! The older I get, the more specific I get. I'm rotten with specificity. I'm locked into a million particular views. I have definite opinions on how green beans should be cooked! I used to enjoy a glass of wine. Now I can't without knowing what it cost and where it came from and who said it was good. And have I gained anything? No! But I can't stop. The opinions are lodged! Yeah... Hey, how about we go frolic on the beach? I really prefer rostering to frolicking.