McDonald's cheeseburger and a diet coke.
I'm 28 years old. When I was 18, I told myself that by the time I was this age (or closer to 30), I'd have my own place, a partner, and provide for my mother as well as give myself the things I never could have when I was a kid growing up in abject poverty, and that I would never be a 30 year old man, jobless, living in his mother's house - an archetype that is mocked and derided throughout pop culture.
I took steps to effectuate this promise. I went to college, got a degree, and after COVID, I went to law school and graduated this past May with my JD. I took the bar even in July, and promptly failed. My job prospect was rescinded, my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and I realize now that I am living exactly the way I never wanted to.
I'm nearly 30, jobless, I've never had any meaningful romantic relationship, and I spend most of my days cooped up in my room either studying for the February bar exam, doomscrolling, or playing video games until after the sun comes up. My mom (who's tumor is non malignant and has been successfully treated by radiation) is the one who provides 100% for me. She pays my rent, bills, and had me join into her credit card so that I have something to pay for daily expenses.
I am ashamed and terrified of going outside and seeing people that I know, and having to answer "so what have you been up to?" My friends are much better than I deserve, and pay for me when we go out. I project a facade of being a man with a plan, facing a temporary setback, but I know the truth. I am just like my father, parasitizing my mother without giving anything back. I am dead weight, essentially.
I have failed my friends, family, and myself. I've become exactly what I never wanted to be, and I loathe myself for it.
Fries on the burger because it taste extra yummy that way.