Once in a while ill be driving and see somebody that in highschool was attractive and popular but now looks like they caught on fire and were put out with a sack of potatoes it makes me feel good inside. How sad is my life that this brings me joy then again its not a bad thing to be a late bloomer in life. Sometimes when you become a rose to quickly you loose all your pedals and are just a stick while everyone else is starting to blossom.