How Did I End Up Here, Stuck In This Shitty Work?
This weekend I met a woman at a party and she volunteered something that seems to be pretty common amongst my generation

This weekend I met a woman at a party and she volunteered something that seems to be pretty common amongst my generation
“I’m 43 years of age, and these days I find I’m constantly asking myself, how did I end up here?” She said, staring at nothing in particular.
I just listened for what I knew was coming next.
“It’s like, is this all there is?”
“I mean, it’…
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