2004: fear that people on the internet find me in real life.
2014: fear that real life people find me on the internet.
Lady sitting next to me say she has diarrhea. I must have one of those "tell me if you have diarrhea" faces.
The speed in which a woman says "nothing" when asked "what's wrong" is proportional to the severity of the shitstorm that's coming.
If you're not using your grownup powers to occasionally do something your child-self would have found awesome, then what's the point?

