So, do you know what you’ll be yet?
It’s a harrowing question, and I’m guessing you all have heard it once or twice, in some variation at least.
“What do you want to do when you grow up?”
It’s a harrowing question, and I’m guessing you all have heard it once or twice, in some variation at least.
“What do you want to do when you grow up?”
Dying. Dangerous. Destructive.
Post-pandemic, people have used all of these adjectives to describe San Francisco. To them, the city is apparently barren, everyone is using fentanyl, everything is closing, and nowhere is safe.
Our phones have redefined how people interact with each other. Mobile communication is more convenient, but it prioritizes brevity and immediacy over depth and substance. There’s a certain nuance that arrives with spoken words and dialogue. Most people are more confident on their phones: the mask of the screen gives a feeling of anonymity that people thrive behind. The spoken word, in contrast, always seems to hold more weight that people seem to shy away from.
Picture this: a cabinet perfectly arranged, everything precisely as it should be. Nice, right? But then you notice it— one plate is slightly misaligned, and it’s the only thing you can see now. Here is where I must ask you to resist exclaiming to those around you that you are so OCD!
I’m sure as teenagers, we’ve all had more than our fair share of embarrassing phases. My sister likes to remind me of mine like it’s her favorite pastime. Hey Addy, do you remember when you really, really liked— yes. Yes, I really do. Now please be quiet about it!