Opening Up
December 13th, 2025
I guess I've become kind of a bummy adult. Kind of, no fun, serious, responsible sort of adult. That's kind of boring, no? I just wonder if that's the right move after all. It's what society and everything around me wants from me. To groom myself. To make sure I look nice. Then to act pleasant, and blah blah blah.
What is it really that I want, and what is it that I want that I'm not being honest to myself about?`
Naval Ravikant
Naval proposes to value your hourly time more than what the market gives to you. He stated each hour is worth $5000, and mind you this was before inflation.
But now that I think about it, I don't value people's time at such a high bar either. This might be the exact issue in why I am floundering my 20s away, I don't have a framework in place that pushes value on my time.
Because I was taken away from my parents, that urgency, that sort of, do or die immigrant mindset was sapped away. My time became less valuable because it was fully returned to me.
I realize that I had a mindset that allowed me to climb the socioeconomic ladder, and I can keep climbing. There's nothing in particular stopping me, especially since I'm already so deep in my first job.
What's to stop me?
The Most Unique First Date
I took my Hinge date to a corporate holiday party. The drinks, the food, the people. All dressed well. It reminds me of a Gatsby party. We drank, she slept over my place, but we agreed to not do anything handsy. It was, quite, well, memorable.
We met our team, walked in circles, waited in lines, danced. Sang. I, well, it's a party after all.