Same as It Ever Was?: A Millennial’s Retirement Plan
Can you mourn a future you haven’t lived?
Can you mourn a future you haven’t lived?
When I was younger, I expected that falling in love would be a transcendental, magical experience, ushering me into that enlightenment which is achieved only on the other side of romance.
Plenty of people exist in the peripherals, without heart, voice, hope, friends. People you might never expect.
We tell the stories as we want to know them, withholding the details that would round them into truth.
“I’m glad you’re here, Will,” said David, “because Sarah and I have an announcement to make.”
Best line: “A guest house, on a teacher’s salary?”
Silent night, hole punch night,
Teachers quake at the sight
So the first counselor who saved me was the one I love most, the one who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.
That’s, I think, the hardest part of this story—it’s nobody’s fault.
It’s like—gasp—a song can be both well thought out and an Oscar-baiting money-grab.