My domineering parents set completely unattainable standards by telling me I should โdo what makes me happyโ. I envy my pampered diaspora friends, hothouse flowers afforded the simple metrics โbecome a lawyerโ, โstop being gayโ
My frontal lobe developed a few years ago actually. And next year when I turn 25 Iโll be done developing another lobe in front of that one. And when Im 30 thatโs when I can use both of them at once via the fluid
I know music critics stopped paying attention to lyrics when certain openly queer artists rose to fame a few years ago but I would much prefer overly-confessional flowery lyrics to every cool sonically interesting new artistโs lyrics reading like sotce posts