listening to coworkers talk about stale memes is cruel and unusual punishment and a direct violation of my rights under the eighth amendment of the united states constitution.
every day I eat lunch next to the same dude. never once have we exchanged words. we sit in complete silence and look at our phones. great guy, definitely my favorite person in the office.
why am I so young but I feel like life has already passed me by and all my best years are behind me? is that a part of growing up? am I just a depressed piece of shit? maybe,,,,,,both? idk