Today I have been consistently sweat drenched and I have felt warm and a little bit disgusting in a way like definitely unattractive with messed up hair and these paint speckled crocs, and the point is that I didn’t give a single fuck as I was walking among all of these people with hair looking the way rich people do their hairs and white clothes of silken quality without a single spot I did feel out of place like a bumpkin, but somehow the only emotion in me was something like a mild amusement
Such is the freedom which comes with age, maybe.