I’m a night owl.
The great thing about being a night owl is you can get everything done for tomorrow before going to bed. *drinks tea*
The bad thing about being a night owl is it gives you plenty of time to think about your life.
One day I turned 18, and then I blinked, and now I’m in my 40s.
I don’t know what happened — did I miss a meeting?
Maybe I was having a nap.
I know it’s wrong to do so but I’ve officially started to dislike and resent young people.
There you are, being young, with your dreams and your enthusiasm, with your energy and your hope.
Your sense of entitlement baffles me.
I’ve three things to say to any young people who have a problem with this:
Get off of my lawn
You’re right to be annoyed
I’m only joking — I don’t really dislike you at all
The truth is you only bug me because you remind me of who I was at your age and who I intended to be.
You remind me than once I was young and wanted to put my plans for world-domination into action.
I used to…
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