When I was younger, I used to think that the epitome of cultured adulthood was sitting on an extra deep lounge chair wrapped in corduroy pantaloons with a semi-thick turtleneck sweater. As I would look out in the expansive blue sky, I would be enveloped in the first class aural experience of some type of expensive audio setup with deep bass speakers and mid tones that reverberate off of the walls.
Now that I’m grown up, I realize I don’t really have the time to attempt that scene as I have to scramble to keep current on my bills and obligations – the real epitome of adulthood.
I’ve concluded you need a lot of passive money coming in to have an experience like that. And right now, that IS NOT me.
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