Am I the only one who feels like… a ghost in my own life? My coworkers are always talking about going out, getting smashed, and I just nod, smile, say “yeah, maybe.” But then Saturday hits, and I’m at the community center, shuffling cards with Mrs. Henderson, trying to remember what Mel took on the last trick. It’s quiet, you know? Just the soft thud of the cards, the hum of the AC. Pays the rent, pays the bills, but it feels like I'm playing a completely different game than everyone else my age, and sometimes it's like… what am I even DOING? Anyone else ever feel like they’re just… passing through?