Lately, I’ve been noticing these annoying teenagers on the subway laughing and having a good time, admiring cute babies in strollers, reminiscing about my first kiss. I had to wonder, what do these feelings mean? I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror when God told me the answer: I hate them because I am getting old. Then, a panic attack. Old. WTF? How did this happen??
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