I'm 42 next week and something is happening to me. I guess I was/am kind of a rock chick, if you want to give it a label, but recently, (maybe since covid?)...
Well it's like I'm quietly waiting for the world to explode. Like I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it was raining monkeys.
I think I want to burn everything I own with underwire. I haven't worn a pair of heels in over 2 years and I have no interest in doing so. I've stopped wearing makeup every damn day.
Anyone else had an existential crisis they feel like sharing recently?