Son: Dad, why are all your pictures blurry and weird colors?
Me: Because that's the way we liked them. They were "vintage" looking.
Son: That's dumb.
Me: You're dumb, son.
I used to really over-think things. Now I really under-think things. I don’t know at what point this switched, because I don’t remember a point where there was a happy middle.
This thought brought to you without much thought.