And yet, you'll never see me crying in the "Friday night truecel" threads because Friday night in the west is Saturday morning where I am.... and I'll be happily cutting my grass, or bringing in firewood, or painting my fence, or working on my car, or just hanging with my old dog. Maybe listen to some music and neck a bottle of wine later. Those are my copes.
Cuckachu manor feels a million miles away from the city where the young people are rutting and generating our suifuel. I regret none of it, staying in school to careermax was the best decision I ever made by a mile.