I know we’re all supposed to be a bunch of blasé post-ironic emotionally detached twenty- and thirty-somethings whose New York City zip codes afford us this unique cultural perspective from which to be soooo overrrrrrr everything the moment it gets pushed below the fold of our Twitter feeds, but…

That reminds me to add alcohol to my list.  And I guess to start reading my twitter feed or something.  Someone told me I was mature recently and it freaked me out, so I guess I’ll try to learn about immaturity from Langer.

(Source: langer)