I realized something about my apartment, and now I can’t stop thinking about it…

I’ve been living alone for a while now, and I was so proud of myself for figuring everything out - budgeting, cooking, being an adult, all that. But today, I had a horrifying realization.

I was standing in my kitchen, staring at a bag of shredded cheese in my fridge, when I suddenly thought… wait, how long have I had this?

And that’s when it hit me - I have absolutely no concept of food expiration dates. Growing up, my parents just magically made old food disappear before I even had to think about it. Now, I live alone, and I feel like I’m playing a game of ‘will this kill me?’ every time I open my fridge.

Anyway, I just ate a yogurt that ‘best by’ said last week. Pray for me.

(Edit: Wow, so many amazing comments ❤️ I'm really happy and grateful! While I can't respond to everyone individually, I just want to take a moment to thank you all for participating. I love you all and I absolutely love this subreddit!)