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The time has come.
I am forced to admit something.
I'm not young anymore.
I'd like to say I saw this coming, or that I knew it would happen to me just like it happens to everyone, but the truth is I quietly scoffed. When others complained about contrast and font size and talked about the lengths they went to to render horrifying color schemes readable, I gloried in my early-twenties eyes and said nothing.
But it's happened. I'm twenty-seven years old and no matter how enthralling your fic about Panic at the Disco stranded on a deserted island is (and oh, it is), I cannot read it in light blue on black without rapidly developing a screaming headache.
I'm not young anymore.
I'd like to say I saw this coming, or that I knew it would happen to me just like it happens to everyone, but the truth is I quietly scoffed. When others complained about contrast and font size and talked about the lengths they went to to render horrifying color schemes readable, I gloried in my early-twenties eyes and said nothing.
But it's happened. I'm twenty-seven years old and no matter how enthralling your fic about Panic at the Disco stranded on a deserted island is (and oh, it is), I cannot read it in light blue on black without rapidly developing a screaming headache.