Everyone says that by thirty, you should have your life together.
But when I turned thirty, I realized I hadn't just failed to get my life together. I'd become a walking joke.
My job was just something I coasted through, my love life was one long compromise, and I was afraid to check my bank balance.
I used to think being “clueless” was a blessing. Only later did I realize it was just a fig leaf for running away from reality.
