Is it Mid-life crisis?🙄

I’m baffled by my secret thrill from eavesdropping on the epic bitching sessions of those classic old aunties. Their savage takedowns XYZ’s overrated daughter-in-law, ABC’s suspiciously single son, or that one guy extra luxury life have me hooked like a bad Bollywood drama. Is this the infamous midlife crisis creeping in at 33, making me crave chaos over cricket scores? Or am I just evolving into the ultimate gossip connoisseur?