Turns out living through history is exhausting


What day is this? Where are we? Who are you people?

I only ask because I’ve mentally and physically aged 241 years. In the last week.

Is anyone else just, you know, completely over this whole “watching history in the making” thing?

I feel like I could be partly to blame here because growing up, I wanted to know what it was like to live through WWII or the civil rights movement or the first season of Dallas. And now, in some horrible ironic monkey paw-esque scenario, my wish has been granted, but it bears no resemblance to the simplistic, naive desire that led me to this place.

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