I was led to believe by all the TV sitcoms of the 80s that I'd wake up one day in my 40s, everything would feel totally different, and then I'd take long walks and be thoughtful about stuff, buy an overpriced motorcycle and dye my hair badly. I'm solidly into my 40s and I just worry about climate collapse, becoming homeless, and my partner's health. I honestly wish that becoming less attractive was something worth worrying about.
Because thats for affluent xy‘s who are mad that their marriage is broken and they can’t „pull“ 16 year old highschoolers and that they pumped out crotch goblins, they hate, because society told them so. And that they wasted their life working 9 to 4 and living in suburban Kkkracker Grove, California.
don't say crotch goblins children are people
its funny tho.
no it's not it's weird and terminally online