Have you ever been 30 something and realize that you like don’t know how to be a human?
That’s about where I am right now in life.
It feels as if my body is constantly failing. Is having a body critical to being a human?
My brain feels like it’s constantly stressing. Is processing thoughts essential to existence?
My house smells like pee. (This one is the dog’s fault. And the rain. What’s the deal with weather anyway?)
I’ve hit what feels like important milestones: got a job, found a partner, got a house and a dog. I even got a Masters Degree. But lately, I just can’t shake the feeling that I have no freaking idea what I’m doing.
How do you human? Is this right? What about now?