whatevz.

today i had an epiphany of sorts. while i was sitting in my backyard, enjoying the sunshine that was not accompanied by smothering humidity, i thought to myself, "this will probably be the only time for the rest of your life you can (kind of) afford to not have a job and live with your parents without seeming like a complete fucking loser."

because i'm fairly certain if this were happening to me at the age of 27, it would certainly be regarded as far more pathetic than it is now. and so upon making this realization, i decided that maybe i should not feel as bad about my current situation as i have been and be grateful that i even have the opportunity to live in my parent's house, which is so much nicer than any apartment befitting of my price range, for free.

it's totally fine that my life has not exactly exceeded my expectations thus far. i assure you, internet, when the stars align for me, and i figure out what to do with myself (in various capacities) it will be infinitely sweeter than if i had known right off the bat. i mean, i wouldn't want to peak too soon, anyway. that's boring.

so there.