That MTV show -- The Real World -- always annoyed me. It wasn't real.
I have come to the conclusion that I don't live in the real world. Maybe once, but no longer.
All I have to do is take care of myself, which is, I grant you, a big-ass job. Mom said I have to babysit sometimes, but that usually just means when I nap, a child is in the house with me.
The only bills I pay are credit cards with my spending. I do pay a slice of house bills, but it is just deducted from my account.
My biggest dilemma (except for existential ones) is whether to nap on the bed or the chaise.
I read comics.
Someone at work asked me what I had for lunch. I told her PB&J, and she said, how old are you? She didn't even know Mom and Dad makes my lunch. I wonder if I should ask them to start making me real-world, adult lunches?
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