you don't do anything more. you used to be fun. now you hardly ever even leave your apartment.
that's because it's new year's eve. you have to be here. besides, it's not only social stuff. you used to have dreams. you wanted to go to business school, you wanted to work for the world bank.
growing is "x is not for me so i'll do y." you went x is not for me and so i guess i'll sit on the couch for the rest of my life.
this is the problem. you don't even care that i'm breaking up with you.
you shouldn't just understand. you should be mad. or upset. or sad. or something.
your girlfriend of two years breaks up with you right before new year's eve and all you can say is "i get it?" it is completely within your right to call me a bitch.
i can't believe i've been dating someone so emotionless.
we haven't even finished the song yet.
because i've never seen you at brunch. like ever.
i hate when people jump ahead.
great. now we're going to get into a fight.
washer. dryer in the building?
how unadventurous.
thinking of learning a couple foreign languages?
maybe next week. there's someone you should probably meet. carl, this is seb.
yeah. met him at my firm.
i guess so, yeah.
what?
i told you. through the firm.
you guys get the call as well?