I cleaned the baseboards in most of my house today. If that doesn’t scream “adulthood”, I don’t know what does. As I moved from room to room, I turned on the music on my phone. Duran Duran, The Cranberries, Jay-Z jostled for space among the occasional Christmas song.
“Trigger Happy Jack” by Poe came on and I listened to it twice.
I’m trying to be more careful with my language and not use words like “crazy” indiscriminately.
However, I must say that “Trigger Happy Jack’s” chorus of “can’t talk to a psycho like a normal human being” rings very true for me.