Okay I know I'm Trippin But....

As kids, we circled ages in magazines and calendars, imagining what life would look like when we reached those points. By 30, we thought we’d have it all figured out: stable jobs, perfect apartments, and a social life that matched the movies. Instead, many find themselves juggling uncertain careers, rising living costs, and a world that feels less predictable.

Okay, I know I’m tripping, but our whole millennial generation low‑key got okie doked. They sold us the brochure: work hard, go to college, get a “good job,” buy a house, get married, have kids, and you’ll live this stable, happy life. So we did it. We signed the papers, took the loans, picked the careers, birthed the babies, played by the rules. Now we’re standing here with mortgages higher than ever, degrees we’re still paying for, and aint worth shit. How we got here.

Okay, I know I’m tripping, but some of the stuff my kid does on a random Tuesday would’ve had my mama calling the church mothers for backup. Slamming doors? Raising your voice? Saying ‘I don’t like how you talked to me’? Whew. We grew up knowing certain looks meant ‘get quiet or get got.’ You didn’t roll your eyes, you didn’t say ‘that’s not fair,’ and you definitely didn’t ask ‘so what are my options?’ unless you were trying to meet Jesus early.

Okay, I know I’m tripping, but cheating culture at our big age is wild. Folks got whole partners, kids, group chats, and joint bills, but still acting like they’re in a high school hallway passing notes. I’m seeing people brag about being the “favorite” side, posting sneaky links like it’s an aesthetic, and clowning loyalty like it’s corny. Why y’all so proud to be embarrassing? At this point, it’s not even cute or “toxic,” it’s just tired. Or am I trippin?

There’s a fine line between acknowledging your feelings and letting them trap you. The desire for revenge or “getting back” can become an obsession that keeps you stuck in the past. This looks like stalking someone’s social media, replaying arguments in your head, or blocking your own peace by holding on to grudges.