Some additional musings for my piece.
Why is someone my age stuck between dressing like a golf pro or a Jersey Shore D-bag?
Who says I have to settle down?
When does all the stuff I did in the past supposed to stop haunting me?
Is it wrong that I don’t have kids?
Is it wrong I have outgrown religion? (this may be a topic for another project.
Is this all there is? Really?
When is my midlife crisis supposed to hit?