I’m comparing myself to adulthood. I have no dependents and own nothing of great value; no house, no car, no children, no spouse.
I look into the next five years: I don’t see a house or a car, a marriage or a family. But abstractly, in the future there are medical bills and tuitions, deaths, births?, plane tickets and U-haul trucks—all floating out there as un-nows but maybe-somedays AND THEY WILL COST ME SOMETHING.
And I’ve chosen this moment to worry that I won’t be ready. 12:09 on a Tuesday. And, productive or unproductive, all I can think about is the number of margaritas I can consume in a single weekend and wonder what the dollar value of those drinks would be—plus interest—in 2014.