I wish that adulthood came with an instruction manual.
You know what I mean? Yeah, you do. I know you do.
Which doesn’t make sense? The world? The status of adulthood? Me?
I’m not afraid of these thoughts. Of thinking these things.
No, those are not the things that worry me in this situation.
Are you worried? Have you thought of these things already?
Have you found any answers?
And whiskey for courage.