The act itself does not move me, but In a world of 8 billion finding the other person who is the same sort of insane to do with with you is terribly romantic
IDK if it’s just me, but I’m getting to the point where I don’t want to work anymore. Going into an office dealing with people’s micro aggressions, micromanaging, attitudes, disrespect, jealousy, thinking you can talk to people anyway you like just because you been there longer. I’m over it!!
My frontal lobe fully developed, and I realized that working a 9 to 5 job five days a week until I am 60 just so I can “enjoy” a few years when I am close to death is the worst idea I have ever seriously considered.