I think one of the biggest issues we face is due to the fact that we’re constantly comparing ourselves to people who can afford to pay other people to handle all the stressful bullshit life throws at us. It’s pretty obvious that not having to do dishes or pay bills or go grocery shopping would make you feel and look a hell of a lot younger. I mean, when do you think the last time Jennifer Aniston had to call customer service was. I haven’t seen any studies on this, but I’m pretty sure that one phone call to customer service ages you at least three years. We should be comparing ourselves to something that sets some more attainable standard. Like maybe the produce we bought last weekend. The vegetables that are now a brown, drippy, wilted mess in the bottom drawer of the fridge, where they sat untouched since we bought them because ordering a pizza was way easier than having to take shit out, prepare it, and cook after a long day of the life being sucked out of you by everything.
Maybe I’m looking a little rough these days, but I probably don’t look as bad as limp, moldy celery.
Joseph D. Newcomer 