Did I Give Up or Did I Grow Up?
There comes a moment in every adult-ish person's life where you're sitting in bed, wearing your ancient college t-shirt that somehow survived 12 monsoons and 56 laundry cycles, staring blankly at a text from a friend asking, “Wanna hang out?” And you reply with a swift, confident: “Nope. I have plans with my weighted blanket and crippling existential dread.” And that, dear reader, is the moment you ask yourself: "Wait... did I just give up? Or did I grow up?" Let’s rewind. Once upon a time, in the era of no back pain and questionable fashion choices (low-rise capri, I’m looking at you), we said YES to everything. • Road trip while the college attendance is below 30%? Sure. • Maggi made in an iron box in the hostel? Obviously. • Dating someone whose idea of communication is reacting to your Instagram story with fire emojis? Unfortunately, yes. But somewhere between then and now, we started craving things like sleep, peace, and crockery that matches. Did w...