This is a nicer one.
Watching the younger siblings of your friends – or indeed younger people in general who happen to also be your friends on facebook – turning from young teenagers, to gawky sixteen-year-olds, and blossoming into beautiful young adults, healthy, wealthy and wise, doing all the things you remember doing, going to houseparties in beautiful dresses and gradually turning eighteen and being seen out on the town, back when it was still exciting and worth dressing up for rather than This Is Just What We Do and Damn You I’ll Go Out For The Night In A Tee And Shorts And My Brogues If I Want Thank You Very Much All The Same.
It’s really bizarre seeing girls I think of as little children figuring out who they want to be as adults, and weirdly, I feel really rather proud to see them all growed up. And startled by their elegance and poise, it’s almost intimidating, was I already like that at their age? And then, weirdly, I think yes, I probably at least seemed as sorted as they seem, even if I wasn’t, actually.