(to specify: I’ll be physically and spiritually here, but I have a quarter life crisis of my own to navigate, so I’m not sure how helpful I’ll be at legitimately fixing your problem)
Imagine FRIENDS made up of only Rachels, Joeys, and Phoebes during the first few seasons when their careers were way off base, but they’re only dancing in the fountain because they’re drunk in public and motivated to hysterics by millennial pessimism. That is the friend group I want. I want people who have fallen into the trap of dreaming too big for this job market, and whose five year plans are basically “lmao ???”. They’re salaried, they’re working, they might even have big boy/girl apartments, and maybe they’ve swapped their $25 Ikea LACK coffee tables out for something more adult. But that doesn’t change the fact that they’re messes in their marrow, so grateful for the first entry level position tossed their way that they never looked back. And now… it’s a little late to be looking back, now.
The only thing stopping their anguished shrieks during the hours of 9 to 5 is the constant stream of memes in the group chat, and their formidable Tuesday night bar trivia team. Not to mention the warmth they all feel from what goes unspoken: “yeah, I hear you, I feel it too, you’re not being selfish.” Because at the end of the day, they’re a support system for one another, even if they’re more likely to shoot out a few good-natured character assaults than say they care. But then, they do say they care, by signing up as a +1 to your college roommate’s wedding that you can’t bear to attend solo, by showing up at your place unannounced with some Thai food take out, and by decoding your tinder date’s texts to see if he’s a clown. They’re messy alright, and cynical, and maybe a little codependent, but they're yours. At least, they could be.
I was hoping for like 4-5, probs? Bc who can keep track of more friends than that. Should all be in their mid 20s and have their shit no more than 30% together. Don’t necessarily have to hate their jobs, but was hoping to play out the demented reality that despite what we’re told as children most people don’t get to live their dream. Idk idk idk Jack is just a shitbird who is bad at people so I’m just trying to make sure he gets some friends.
