The person who’s already 50 in their own mind anyway, so whatever.
Anyone more than four years older than me still thinks I’m a kid, which has been and apparently will be true until we’re all over 50 and have kids that resent us. But I just can’t accept the idea that age defines adulthood.
This is your life — don’t waste your time doing things you don’t enjoy.
Try to stop being such a flake.
Adult life is scary. I don’t see how any of you can do it.
1. Love all, trust few, paddle your own canoe.
Did our parents go through this same epiphanic moment, gradually climbing toward adulthood without even realizing it until they were elbows deep in mortgage payments and yard work? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I imagine not.
Your music is too loud. You’re all laughing too loud. Your friend Jeremy who drank too much is now too loud. Everything is too loud.
I wish I could tell her that she will never be cool, but that someday, it won’t matter.
Give me those farmer’s markets, those coffeeshops, that early morning run. Let’s shop for some home decor, man!