I’m 30 today. I’m celebrating in Mississippi. My mom and I got into an argument this morning because she said I waited too long to start a 401(k). I got irrationally upset, mostly because she’s right, but also because I don’t give a fuck about 401(k)s. Of course, of course there would be a fight about a retirement plan on my 30th birthday.
I got in the car barefoot and barreled down the interstate trying not to cry, and also trying to find something on the radio that wasn’t about Jesus. I shoved a piece of taffy in my mouth that I bought at the state fair last night. Luckily I’d left the box in the car.
“Ironic” by Alanis Morrissette came on and I held up my new robot phone to the speaker to see if it would respond.
“I didn’t quite get that.”
I don’t either, but I feel better now. We had lunch like nothing happened.
