Growing old vicariously

I’m in my 30s, but generally I don’t feel like I’ve grown up.

Sometimes the illusion fades, and I’ll look up from my cartoons and think, “Holy hell, I’ve bought and sold real estate property, I’m the primary breadwinner in my household, and I’m getting married. I definitely should not have this much responsibil–hahaha, farts!”

There was a fart on the cartoon in that particular scenario. That kind of thing makes it hard for it to sink in that I may possibly, just somewhat, be growing up.

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I never trusted that bastard Jiminy

Americans like to think we’re big sports fans. We share camaraderie, drinks, and drunken stories over sports.

We taunt, we yell, and we fight with fans of opposing teams.

We are nothing compared to India.

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