When does the successful completion of a mundane activity (waking up before 9 a.m., writing thank you notes, buying groceries, sending e-mails) stop feeling like an accomplishment and start feeling like just another tiny mindless inch forward in the dull crawl through an absolutely ordinary adulthood that ends, as all adulthoods end, in one’s meaningless and unremarkable death? Probably around 30, I’m guessing.
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benzado said:
Hasn’t yet at 31
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novazembla said:
I already feel this way about showering.
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backleftlitz said:
love yates. but now i am very sad.
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