Now I have TWO pairs of shark socks! The first one is cooler, I will show them another time. I think these are supposed to be for boys like 12-14 years old but who cares they fit me! And when I wear them my day instantly becomes a notch above fantastic.
Things like this ensure that even as a 21, almost 22 year-old lady, I am still deeply in touch with my inner child. It's good and bad. Observing people forcing maturity upon themselves in awkward ways, either with a cheesy fake persona or ill-fitting clothing is so disheartening. But I think I overcompensate in my retaliation by being too childish. As long as I am aware of it though I don't think it can be that self-destructive.
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