…2018), but I’ve lost a fair amount of interest in things I used to have quite a bit of interest in: I’ve had enough sex. I make enough money. I don’t necessarily need a promotion. I don’t have much use for drinking anymore. The din of Facebook and Twitter has grown annoying. I don’t watch much TV. I’m over goat yoga. I’ve largely soured on the institution of marriage and it doesn’t appear kids are in the cards for me anymore. I’m 35, have yet to find someone with whom lifelong love has flourished, and I’ve been the lone wolf for so long that I’m not sure it’s even reasonable to expect that I’ll adapt to a life of domestic familial bliss without a good deal of fuss. It’s semi-sad but I’ve made peace with that last part, and it’s freed me up to think of other things.