Had "brunch" with a good friend today. I'm realizing 3 of my 4 closest friends are all 30+ years older than me with #4 being 17 years my senior. I enjoy their wisdom immensely, but if I fuck up and turn my sons against me as they enter adulthood, it won't be long before I have zero bros left living in my circle. Might take my boys for ice cream tonight.
I have developed the kind of tism that makes me flip off every surveillance camera I see that's pointed at me.
Toll road? GFY. Home Depot? GFY. Bank camera? Double barrel GFY.
I'm an older millennial, and that means getting a little paranoid after you hear a lady take a inhale as she passes you because you think she knows you smell like weed even though gummies don't do that. It's just a Baccarat Rouge hybrid she's enjoying, but being from the 1900's comes with its own PTSD.
I love my sons more than anything, however, among my top 3 parenting regrets is the fact that I was not able to prevent them from playing video games without inverting the Y-axis.