Premature Evaluation: Haim I quit

In the popular imagination, getting older is supposed to mean growing more confident and content, becoming a well-adjusted adult with their shit together and wisdom to dispense. Reality is more complicated. The longer life goes on, the harder and messier it seems to get — especially the art of preserving and nurturing your most important human connections. People drift apart due to busyness and unresolved alienation, or they’re ripped apart instantly by explosive conflicts and grand betrayals. Romance can decay into boredom or a knotty tangle of resentments. No matter how hard you try to make some things work, they never seem to work — especially when the other party is maddeningly uninvested or stubbornly refuses to budge. You can end up feeling lost, lonely, and defeated in a way that’s exacerbated by a culture that nudges each person into their own tech-addled isolation chamber. It’s enough to make a person ruefully conclude, “Fuckin’ relationships!”