>>81783698
Funny and delusional, Champ? Maybe. But guess what - my "delusions" bought a house at 23, raised a family without a food delivery app, and kept a marriage together without therapy podcasts or matching bathrobes. We didn't need mindfulness. We needed paystubs.

You laugh now, but someday when your smart fridge locks you out for missing your monthly vibe payment, by Golly, you're gonna remember yer ol' Pop - the man who survived recessions, lawn darts, and a cholesterol count high enough to be declared a weapon.

And when you finally snap out of your irony-poisoned doomscroll haze and decide to do something with your life?

You walk into that building, look the manager dead in the eye, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.