I’ve heard this term thrown around a lot lately. As a symptom of the greater conflict in our generation of the uncertainty and insecurity in our accomplishments as so-called grown-ups. We’re a few years out of school now and, I dunno about some of your friends, but I hear about my former classmates getting married, having babies, BUYING HORSES. Not houses. HORSES.
I mean, they’re buying houses too. That’s scary, too. Decades long mortgages. Painting walls, deck building, installing trim. They’re like doing pretty permanent stuff.
And here I am. I bought my first frying pan.
I mean I feel good about the purchase. Copper pans are nonstick af. So I got that at least.
*pauses, closes laptop, looks directly at camera*
Dylan’s getting married.