I'm becoming a bitter, pessimistic, unenthusiastic cynic by the minute. You could see it in my recent posts. And my stream of thought is either full of snark or just plain negative.

What's different is that I'm no longer scared of my personality changing over time. I don't know why. Could this somehow be a (somewhat twisted) manifestation of bravery? Or is it that I've become so jaded already to the point that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore?

Or am I finally "growing up", becoming like those "adults" who don't think about things that aren't related to work or making a living, "frivolous" things? Am I transforming into something I used to loathe so much?