I mean this with the utmost sensitivity and thought, what the hell was happening to our brains when we were in our late teens? I mean, it’s probably better not to know, but these comics can’t help but make me ask.
I spent 15 minutes this morning worrying that I had posted some of these strips out of order. I looked at the posts that were up, the posts that were in draft, what events where referenced where in the blog. It was going to take forever to sort out.
Then it hit me- no one cares, and that is beautiful.
