I’ve possibly lost my mind a little, but not in a bad way. I’m actually feeling very lucky.
[A]nother question might be, what value is there in feeling like an adult?
I feel this essay. This was def me last spring / summer.
it’s easier to obsess over decor than almost anything else in the world. I am busy, distracted, occupied, dreaming. When I am reading reviews about knife magnets I am not reading the news. When I am looking for an extendable shoe rack I am not looking for a reason to go on. This is probably the point of capitalism.
This makes me think of the idea of choosing something to worry about, a little – it gives structure even as it’s not helpful and often distracts from the real problem.
