You have no idea how much I need this right now.
Life in your 20s is widely considered to be one long, vivid, Kierkegaardian horror in which you must answer a series of questions pertaining to who you are, what you are, and how the hell you’re supposed to pay back the student loan debt you were tricked into assuming by old people while also affording things like new underwear and food before you turn 30 then 40 then 50 then die. Or something.
But eff that noise. You can win this thing!
Last time, we took a first cut at some basics: don’t love people who don’t love you back, because that shit is distracting as hell and also I’m embarrassed for you; nobody cares about your college degree, so stop talking about it and do something cool; if the rules are unfair, play by your own rules.
But the philosophy of winning the shit out of your twenties, your…
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