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I had a professor in college who would walk into class every day with the same vintage leather bag and an even more vintage attitude. He was the kind of guy who believed in tough love, and every Tuesday morning felt like an interrogation. One day, he asked us to write about our biggest fear. Most wrote about failure or loneliness, but I admitted my fear was never truly being understood. He paused,...

Sometimes I wonder if everyone secretly hates small talk as much as I do. Like, why are we all pretending to care about the weather when we could be discussing our deep-seated fears or favorite conspiracy theories? The other day, I found myself stuck in a conversation about lawn care for 20 minutes, and I felt like I was losing brain cells. Can we just skip to the real stuff?

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like adulting is just a series of increasingly complex group projects where no one knows what they're doing? I miss college when the worst thing you had to worry about was figuring out which pizza place delivered past midnight. Now, it’s like, “Did I pay my taxes?” or “What’s my insurance plan again?” It's wild how nobody prepares you for the constant game o...