I'm sure many of you have seen this already...but it always brings a smile of recognition for everyone.... 
You know you’re a raver when….
On days that you wear 'normal' sized pants, people are amazed that you have legs...
You're not surprised when black stuff comes out of your nose the day after a party
The total amount of sleep you get on the weekends is the sum of how many times you've blinked since Friday night
You grin like a dumb-ass whenever you see a commercial for 'E' television
You feel subhuman on Sundays cos you're tired, cracked out, deaf, dirty, sore, and you're still seeing those damned spots
You and other kids wearing phat pants smile at each other like goofs even though you've never met before
You have the most in-depth interesting conversations with people under 10
You know you are a raver when you are willing to spend 30 bucks on a party you may not get into, or 25-30 bucks on something that may not be E, but you find it hard to part with $3 for a bottle of water.
You know you're a raver when all your friends have dumb names like subsonic chronic, novice, rabbit, muffin, gollum and saffron...etc
You know you're a raver when you've been close friends with someone for weeks without knowing their first name. "whattaya mean sawa's real name isn't sawa???"
You know you're a raver when you start to describe dates using parties instead of calendar dates. "man, I haven't been this tired since hullabaloo 7!" or "wow, that's the longest line I've seen since citrus!"
You know you’re a Raver when u can stand right in front of a 5000 watt speaker for an hour and be loving it
You know you’re a raver when you've got flyers all over your wall (kinda like wallpaper).
You've got a huge pile of dead glowstix in your room, you don't want to throw them away, 'cos of sentimental value.
When you’re driving your car home and you feel like you’re in a video game
When you get home and you have absolutely nothing you can possibly talk to your parents about your weekend
When you just don’t give a @#$% what you look like anymore and just dance, dance, dance!!
When hygiene is optional at 7 in the morning- "hey lets head to the after-party!"
When your biggest concern is where the next Hullabaloo is going to be held, and you can think of nothing else.
When every time you stop to talk to someone or do something you do the “rava stance" (put both our hands on your hips and rest your weight to one side)
When your washing machine starts making a noise and you and your friends argue if it’s tribal or trance (or should I say old jungle)
While all your friends are getting married and having kids, you are collecting Yo Yo's and trying to remove chewed up gum from your phat pants...
You know you’re a raver when you can dance!!
You really don't care if a person happens to be brown or white or yellow or gay or straight or confused or male or something else completely alien.
Your non-raver friends make fun of you for dancing when there is no music.
You do not hesitate to waste an entire night taking care of a geeked-out or sick friend in the parking lot.
You can spot another raver from 500 feet, not because of what they are wearing but by the smile on their face.
You've had shin splints for so long you hardly even notice the pain anymore.
You have never read a book on rave culture because "I'm still living it". You figure that you'll get around to writing a book sooner or later.
You know that if a person is even a day under the age of 25 and claims to be "old school" they really don't have a clue.
You have to make up new words to describe your sexuality.
People mistake you for being 2, 4 or even 6 years younger than your actual age
You freak out young mothers by playing with their kid's toys for hours at a time (elmo rocks!)
You can give professional quality advice to anyone considering dying their hair.
You knew how to channel energy through touch long before you ever heard of reiki.
Other people swear that they've seen your energy ball glowing from across the room.
You can dance hard to everything from classical to reggae to klezmer to hip hop.
You don't think its weird you don't know any of your friends last name.
You wonder why so many non-ravers never seem to have any fun.
You wish you could share the beautiful music you hear in your head with the rest of the world.
You honestly think you'd be happy at a party that never ended.
Every time you look at your Timex Indiglo watch at night, you immediately think about glowsticks.
Everyone asks you what you do to stay so thin, and you have to make up an answer rather than tell them the truth.
The day after a rave you try to eat a sandwich and realize your jaw will not open wide enough.
Your car is littered with gum and lollipop wrappers.
Your mom sends you to an allergist because she notices you keep buying Vicks, and must be sick.
Every weekend feels like a three-day weekend because you were up at least 16 hours longer than all your friends and co-workers.
You think people who go to bed before 10 every night must be from another planet.
One day you wake up and realized you have developed the stamina of a marathon runner.
When someone asks you your name, you pause trying to remember where you are and which name you should use.
All your clothes have a strange little pocket along the belt-line, along the cuffs, or in the sleeves that your parents think are for holding a spare key.
Everyone thinks you are so "straight" because you don't drink liquor, but you know otherwise....
Everyone you meet with dyed-hair or baggy jeans looks familiar.
You know you’re a raver when….
On days that you wear 'normal' sized pants, people are amazed that you have legs...
You're not surprised when black stuff comes out of your nose the day after a party
The total amount of sleep you get on the weekends is the sum of how many times you've blinked since Friday night
You grin like a dumb-ass whenever you see a commercial for 'E' television
You feel subhuman on Sundays cos you're tired, cracked out, deaf, dirty, sore, and you're still seeing those damned spots
You and other kids wearing phat pants smile at each other like goofs even though you've never met before
You have the most in-depth interesting conversations with people under 10
You know you are a raver when you are willing to spend 30 bucks on a party you may not get into, or 25-30 bucks on something that may not be E, but you find it hard to part with $3 for a bottle of water.
You know you're a raver when all your friends have dumb names like subsonic chronic, novice, rabbit, muffin, gollum and saffron...etc
You know you're a raver when you've been close friends with someone for weeks without knowing their first name. "whattaya mean sawa's real name isn't sawa???"
You know you're a raver when you start to describe dates using parties instead of calendar dates. "man, I haven't been this tired since hullabaloo 7!" or "wow, that's the longest line I've seen since citrus!"
You know you’re a Raver when u can stand right in front of a 5000 watt speaker for an hour and be loving it
You know you’re a raver when you've got flyers all over your wall (kinda like wallpaper).
You've got a huge pile of dead glowstix in your room, you don't want to throw them away, 'cos of sentimental value.
When you’re driving your car home and you feel like you’re in a video game
When you get home and you have absolutely nothing you can possibly talk to your parents about your weekend
When you just don’t give a @#$% what you look like anymore and just dance, dance, dance!!
When hygiene is optional at 7 in the morning- "hey lets head to the after-party!"
When your biggest concern is where the next Hullabaloo is going to be held, and you can think of nothing else.
When every time you stop to talk to someone or do something you do the “rava stance" (put both our hands on your hips and rest your weight to one side)
When your washing machine starts making a noise and you and your friends argue if it’s tribal or trance (or should I say old jungle)
While all your friends are getting married and having kids, you are collecting Yo Yo's and trying to remove chewed up gum from your phat pants...
You know you’re a raver when you can dance!!
You really don't care if a person happens to be brown or white or yellow or gay or straight or confused or male or something else completely alien.
Your non-raver friends make fun of you for dancing when there is no music.
You do not hesitate to waste an entire night taking care of a geeked-out or sick friend in the parking lot.
You can spot another raver from 500 feet, not because of what they are wearing but by the smile on their face.
You've had shin splints for so long you hardly even notice the pain anymore.
You have never read a book on rave culture because "I'm still living it". You figure that you'll get around to writing a book sooner or later.
You know that if a person is even a day under the age of 25 and claims to be "old school" they really don't have a clue.
You have to make up new words to describe your sexuality.
People mistake you for being 2, 4 or even 6 years younger than your actual age
You freak out young mothers by playing with their kid's toys for hours at a time (elmo rocks!)
You can give professional quality advice to anyone considering dying their hair.
You knew how to channel energy through touch long before you ever heard of reiki.
Other people swear that they've seen your energy ball glowing from across the room.
You can dance hard to everything from classical to reggae to klezmer to hip hop.
You don't think its weird you don't know any of your friends last name.
You wonder why so many non-ravers never seem to have any fun.
You wish you could share the beautiful music you hear in your head with the rest of the world.
You honestly think you'd be happy at a party that never ended.
Every time you look at your Timex Indiglo watch at night, you immediately think about glowsticks.
Everyone asks you what you do to stay so thin, and you have to make up an answer rather than tell them the truth.
The day after a rave you try to eat a sandwich and realize your jaw will not open wide enough.
Your car is littered with gum and lollipop wrappers.
Your mom sends you to an allergist because she notices you keep buying Vicks, and must be sick.
Every weekend feels like a three-day weekend because you were up at least 16 hours longer than all your friends and co-workers.
You think people who go to bed before 10 every night must be from another planet.
One day you wake up and realized you have developed the stamina of a marathon runner.
When someone asks you your name, you pause trying to remember where you are and which name you should use.
All your clothes have a strange little pocket along the belt-line, along the cuffs, or in the sleeves that your parents think are for holding a spare key.
Everyone thinks you are so "straight" because you don't drink liquor, but you know otherwise....
Everyone you meet with dyed-hair or baggy jeans looks familiar.
