I wonder what it takes to have a rather decent social life.
I wonder how to be culturally immersed.
I wonder how to extract something from my head which makes money while sitting at some corner round an overly priced coffee shop with cool interior.
I don't like concerts or watching live music and such and such. I find it quite boring just watching someone singing or playing music. I do enjoy it as a background, but not as my focus. When you couldn't help but notice your legs starts to feel weary, the sweat drips down along your temples and cheek as the cramming people move along the jam surround you, and finally you couldn't focus on enjoying the performance as you're supposed to; then it is not your cup of tea.
I thought secondhand shopping and vintage hunting would be a quirky fun experience. But the supposedly 're-treasurable' goods are forthright junk. And the supposedly half-priced (or even quarter) vintage are still pricey and pretty much useless.
[So I just hold on to my own grandparents' inheritance.]
I thought everybody's new. But then I realize they already form cliques, settled, done numerous proud-material achievements, and it's me that's left behind.
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