I don’t know if I could think of a specific example, but I must do this all the time as my way of not caring. Don’t worry, I still vaguely know the “8 Ways to Say No”. It’s probably something so stupidly against my moral compass like drinking alcohol underage in college or taking a puff of a cheap, shitty cigar in college. Because all I wanted to do in college was resist drugs and alcohol (not calling a cigar a drug). Thanks, D.A.R.E. officers. You’re great. ...

This is going to be one of those things that I believe is true, but lots of evidence can prove otherwise. Isn’t that weird? To be aware of something that is completely true, but feel the opposite of that truth? This is like being the last person to be picked on the kickball team at the park. Because no one really wants you on their team. Then when you are on the “unfortunate” team, you basically aren’t treated as a team member at all. ...

Does toast and Eggo waffles count? Cooking is work in progress. So is adulthood. I started with chili in February. That actually wasn’t too bad when you eat it as leftovers over time. Tasted too much like tomatoes rather than a unique chili taste initially. Maybe it’s because I decided to cook the ground beef in a taco seasoning recipe I had from middle school. March I made lasagna, twice. The first one I thought went well, but my mom wasn’t having it. She felt we needed to make one to redeem ourselves. So the second one was made and sure, there were improvements, but hey, lasagna is lasagna. It is delicious as long as it looks good. ...

This seems like an interesting question that could be answered in so many ways. My past is not the most glorious of pasts, but there are some interesting tidbits here and there that would be good to come back to. The high school glory days of my running career is one. It could serve as a constant reminder of why working hard can be fun and rewarding. Most notably memorizing my mile split for 8 laps just to get a state qualifying time. Of course, my AP English midyear exam had to be sacrificed. I had to go 120% in training for 2 weeks to get that time in. 4:50.87. Never forget. ...

What baggage to I have to carry every day? Is there any way I can lessen the load? I can tell I can’t remember too many things because I have too many things to worry about. The gradual growth of adulthood exhausts the human body and mind (based on the number of white hairs I have, good indicator). Bills, car maintenance, taxes, you name it. I haven’t reached the point of being a homeowner yet. ...