This is a time of dynamic shifts for a young man. He may have just finished college. The seduction of money in his pocket in combination with newfound independence can be heady for a young guy. Nightlife after work, especially click an urban environment, is enticing. He may feel the desire to touch, taste, and experience all that life has to offer a single young man.
How come, in our twenties, we still haven't been able to figure out the opposite sex? Why has this mystery still not been solved? Why does it seem like the older we get, the more the two genders grow apart? I originally intended to write this as a fluff piece of gender-slurring rants to assuage my aching soul, feel better about my inability to find a suitable guy at 23 and give heed to the consistent conversation I overhear at girls' brunches. However, after beginning the first few paragraphs, I realized that my futile attempts became overreaching generalizations and I was looking pretty goddamn ignorant.
We had no idea what we were doing when we started. I remember hearing that and it just struck me how many hits you have. In fact, we might be exactly where I wanted to be. We do have kind of a cult following. Is it gonna just be us and the bartenders.
Nothing is fixed. And what does happy look like anyway. I believe that joy is something that you can invite into your present circumstance. Reddit No one is more critical of Julien Baker than herself. Throughout Turn Out the Lights, her groundbreaking second album, and first for Matador Records, she refers to herself as a masochist, a hypocrite, a jumble of faulty circuitry resulting from a flawed design.