Sometimes I think about the socially constructed list of priorities I should be adhering to at my current age/education/”career” and get sad and then I remember it’s a bunch of bullshit and go back to not giving a fuck
but if you don’t think the absolute best parts of having your own hotel room are being able to walk around naked with the windows open and sleep in the dead center of a king size bed,
then I may be questioning your likability factor/sanity.
