I ran into a girl I went to college with, and she was with her mom, her sister, and her newborn baby. I was really excited for her, and her new kid, and ended up standing there too long, awkwardly, not sure how to exit the conversation. It was oddly perfunctory conversation, and I don’t know exactly what made me feel this way, but she seemed irratated about something regarding her new lot in life, and as soon as I walked out the door there was a New York Magazine in the trash, where on the cover the headline read: “I love my children. I hate my life.”
Ouch.
But kinda funny in a weird meta, life is a movie way.
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