Well this has to be some of the most intense, pointless navel-gazing I have ever had the pleasure to hate-skim. Maybe I will go do a crossword now in an attempt to reverse the rotting of my brain.

Hear, hear

I find it strange that the comments seem to go in one of two ways: (1) I blackout partied through my 20s, had a series of dead-end jobs and disaster relationships and woke up at 32 (a) regretful or (b) happy I followed my bliss or (2) I am 26 and married with a kid and a mortgage and I don't get people who aren't…