Also: The people don’t change. The pool of people your age that you could meet doesn’t change, it only gets smaller.
It’s okay. We’re only running out of time. ALL of us — ALWAYS — hurtling through space at ~30km/s around a fireball that’s burned for billions of years, on a spaceship that materialized out of the remanence of exploding fireballs, which materialized out of nothingness.
Believe it or not. A banger shower thought was an inevitability.
We’re basically the universe waking up to itself after 13 billion years of a chaos bender and going "What the fuck!?! I’m on a fucking rock? In the middle of fucking nowhere? … I can’t believe I’ve done this to myself!