Remember when they told you that being an adult means you own a home, get married, have kids, have a job, make lots of money and you’re totally happy doing it?
Yeah, well fuck “they”.
Who the hell is they anyway?
It feels like we’ve all been set on this arbitrary path cobbled together by merchants and magazines who really just need to sell shit. Yet we’ve sucked it all up and now we’re broke af trying to keep up with “being an adult”. [Read more…]