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You know Zedd’s hit song Clarity? It’s not a serenade to a timeless lover, no, but a tribute to the sweet minutes of solace when one takes a dump. Yes, I said it.

I have dabbled in take-out, ventured to frozen/canned meals, explored the questionable terrains known as the campus cafeteria, initiated a lovesick affair with ramen that verged on abusive and plunged half-heartedly into the salad world.

You regress to being a child as you tiptoe around your tragically unfurnished place but mom is not an option.

This is the pinky lifting of small talk.

Kissing sober would imply you’ve had a significant other (non-feline, that is). But like, where do you even find one? Can’t just pick it up at a Costco.

Optimism and depression comes in the form of LinkedIn.