I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
I think there’s something deeply wrong with the way I resent having a job. I know it’s fine morally to not want to be coerced to work for survival, but most people have the ability to suck it up. But I am haunted by the reality of my one life on this planet being owned by others.