This is how we’ve ended up with 17 different attempts at the fucking Fantastic Four. Each one is shit, and EVERY director thinks that they’ve got the chops to make it work.
Hollywood…please…fucking stop. It doesn’t get better. It’s a cursed movie. Stop fucking trying to get the Fantastic Four to work. Just…put the poor thing out of its misery and let it sleep peacefully.
I used to be that way at that age. I used to take delight in smelling fresh coffee grounds in the morning while making my coffee, and telling myself “Enjoy it while you can, because you never know when it’ll be the last time.”
Living like that was stressful. I’m in my late 30’s now. It eventually goes away and you just learn to enjoy the life you’ve got without putting the pressure of “… this goes away at some point,” weighing down on you all the time.