You ever just like... feel SO out of place, you know? Like, I'm nineteen, busting my ass all week on a construction site, dust and noise and everyone just wants to hit the bar on Friday, right? But me? Friday night, I'm at the community center, down for a six-hour bridge marathon with Mrs. Henderson and Mr. Kim, and like... it’s SO much better. The quiet, the thinking, the actual *strategy*. Is that weird? Does everyone feel like they’re living a totally different life than what's expected of them, or is it just me and my weird little Friday night card games? My coworkers, they just wouldn't GET it.