I just had this, like, really bizarre experience looking in the mirror, and it's messing with me. I saw a new cluster of wrinkles around my eyes — total crow's feet territory, you know? — and it wasn't even a big deal, but this wave of dread, like, actual cold dread washed over me, about my physical body declining. And I'm barely 30! It's so ridiculous, like, my brain immediately went into this, I don't know, existential crisis mode over a few lines, when I should be focused on my next performance review or figuring out my 401k — not, like, the entropic decay of my own flesh, lol. It's just... so dramatic for something so benign, right?