"Hey funny man! What happened to your blog?"
"It's still there..."
"Not been writing anything?"
"Not really, I feel..."
"You don't think you are funny anymore?"
"Hehe. I never really..."
"I think you should write."
"Well, I've been thinking that... you know, writing is a little strange..."
"Shut up."
"I mean..."
"Shut up. What don't you find strange?"
"Hehe..."
"What else do you want to do?"
"I was thinking I want start drawing."
"Ah... Good boy."

"Hey... are you still there?"
"Yea."
"Well, I think I will write sometime... maybe tonight."
"Okay. That's good!"

Today I felt worried about aging for the first time in my life. Shit! I look old (look closely). I looked. In a mirror. But I didn't see a boy. Or a sharp young man. I looked positively old and tired. Not good.
Must start researching skin lotions and what-not. Its funny how you suddenly, one day, start feeling something that you have never felt but many others have been feeling around you for a long time. It's like you joined a new club.
I know it's not a healthy feeling. It's a most utterly useless thought. I'll just remember the skin-lotion.