Choose your own adventure.

I’ve always loved those old “Choose Your Own Adventure” books when I was little. I remember a Goosebumps one, and being too afraid to commit to a choice, so I had like four different pages saved with each finger. If I could do that in real life I’d have so many paper-cuts. I used to think when you hit eighteen you just magically became an adult. Ten years later I still have no idea what “Adult” even means.

I’d kill for a few options to pop up every few months like

*To have a social life turn skip to August 3rd*

*To focus on your career turn back to 2014*

*To stop over-thinking everything go to page 69*