Barely Functional Adult: It’ll All Make Sense Eventually

by Meichi Ng

Sadly, my manager wasn’t joking, and my laughter did not help. I should’ve known better—my manager never joked. Jokes are for humans.

“But I thought you were having a good time here?”

My manager was such a silly goose.

My therapist clearly wanted me to speak, so I gave her a big, dimpled smile and silence that read—I’m not telling you shit.

I hated how it actually made me feel a tiny bit better.

But it didn’t. Therapy didn’t fix me. If anything, therapy revealed all my broken pieces at a higher fidelity.