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Ya know the hardest part about getting old? One day you're this young buck running around middle finger in the air telling everyone to sod off because you're right, they're all old and stupid, and why can't they just acknowledge you're right?? Well fuck them! I will make my own rules! Fuck the man. Yeah. Okay. Then 10 years go by and you wake up and you realize you are the man. You have the house and car and you realize you never wanted any of it. So ten more years go by and  your world shatters into a million pieces but somehow you bounce back. You find that sliver of that kid you once were who told the world to fuck off and you learn to balance it with the man. But then another 5 years go by and you wake up one day and realize you're right back on that fucking path you just left. The stress. The obligations. The shit that means fucking nothing. Why? To make others happy? Because you're supposed to? Only this time you know you don't have another 10 or 20 years left in you. You can't do it again. So what do you do?