I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

No, no, you don’t have to resign. But do you wanna talk about it?


It’s the arrow that matters.
The man under the hood isn’t important.