One of my favorite pastimes during this very hot and crazy humid summer is to sit in a darkly lit corner of the room and just let myself stray into a special type of deep thinking that just revolves around asking myself a series of questions. Trust me if you listened to me while in this state you’ll think I am interrogating myself. It isn’t because I am superficial or boring but because I am at that stage where you know questions just need to be asked even in the absence of answers most times. I’m beginning to wonder, what is it with this “adulting” anyways? Often, I wonder why I have to deal with the “Hows”, “Whys”, and “Will it ever happen?” Until I get all these figured out, I bet I’ll just keep wondering and asking questions!