yeah
honestly? hitting my mid-30s and seeing my hairline start to drift was one of the kicks-in-the-ass I got from fate
I didn't want to grow old. I mean, in the man way. women? goddesses as they age. beautiful.
anyway I felt like it was all downhill from there and I'd already experienced the best of my life
I had a meh marriage, an okay job, a house, two cats and two cars and a life insurance policy and a respectable civic life and ... okay not that many friends. but that's okay
I legitimately remember sitting in my chair, looking at the ceiling, thinking of everything I had and the life I was living and thinking "is this all there is?"
well as it turns out