Does it really matter anymore. Single 3 years. No kids and 30s. Shit by now I should have a shit ton of hobbies and stories to tell, a house and whole lifetime of friends. Instead I'm at work and spending time making ends meet while spending money on literal shit...The point from A to B was not fun. This year, surgery. Next year, Two cars. The year after house. Inbetween vacation.
The coolest thing this week, gloves and light up shoes.
I already planned to learn to crochet...but that's 3 years or so in the making.