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January 8, 2023. After I realize I have this newfound craving, my world changes. My brain starts to feel fuzzy- I can't think straight. I need the incredible mouthfeel of a Tuna Melt and I need it now. My 29th birthday is about a week away, and I am here, perusing DoorDash for instant satisfaction. I'm craving something I don't even know if I'll like. I need to eat one now. Maybe this is a fluke. Maybe this is a confusing and strange readjustment of my adult palette. Not sure though, it seems like I'd still demolish a plate of bagel bites if given the chance.

I stumble across a Hot Tuna Melt from a Craft Sandwich restaurant. It looks delectable. It has weird non-standard ingredients. What the fuck is a Craft Sandwich restaurant anyways?

I order it. It arrives. I open it- it's dripping with what I presume can only be flavor. This tuna melt isn't like other tuna melts. She is different. She has artichokes, spicy peppers, olives, mozzarella, and tomato. I'm yearning for a bite and then I take that first delicious chomp.

It sucks. It's not nearly as good as I'm envisioning. It's unlike any tuna melt I've ever had, but it's weird, the tuna salad, which should be the sandwich's major focus, is mild in taste and underwhelming. The sandwich has jalapenos and all this other stuff in it, but it's just not that good.

The bread is crunchy though.

In a weird way, the tuna melt reminds me that things always look better from the outside perspective. Throughout my 20s, I've always envied those that were able to move faster than myself. I was always bogged down with mental health struggles, family problems, and responsibilities beyond my control. It always felt like others were able to earn more acclaim than me, get more accomplishments than me, or go through milestones sooner than me.

It's a bit like this Hot Tuna Melt. It all looks fancy and good, but when you take a bite and look at it from the inside- there's so much more that meets the eye, and it's not always as tasty and delectable as it looks externally.

Maybe Tuna Melts are what I need to reflect properly.

Anyways, back to the review. The Tuna Melt was mid. My cravings are not fixed. I am feeling unsettled. I want a Tuna Melt more than ever. A good one.

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The year is 2022 and I'm on the precipice of turning 29 years old. I'm pondering what I should eat for lunch on a fateful day in December and I suddenly am salivating aggressively to the thought of fresh tuna salad, melted cheese, and toasted bread.

What's happening? Is this the adulthood approaching that everyone's been talking about? Why do I want to eat Tuna Melts so bad? Growing pains.

The Tuna Melts of My Twenties will document every Tuna Melt I have ingested and will ingest over the year of 2023 (aka the final year of my 20s). Along with each photograph, ratings of the tuna melt along with a journal entry of my impending adulthood and life changes will be documented.

My goal is to give you a comprehensive data analysis of every Tuna Melt I eat in my 29th year of life. Holders of The Tuna Melts of My Twenties will receive a PowerPoint presentation in January 2024 detailing my Tuna Melt year in review.

Age is just a number. Tuna Melts on the blockchain are forever.

Category Photography
Contract Address0x495f...7b5e
Token ID
Token StandardERC-1155
ChainEthereum
MetadataCentralized
Last Updated1 year ago
Creator Earnings
10%

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January 8, 2023. After I realize I have this newfound craving, my world changes. My brain starts to feel fuzzy- I can't think straight. I need the incredible mouthfeel of a Tuna Melt and I need it now. My 29th birthday is about a week away, and I am here, perusing DoorDash for instant satisfaction. I'm craving something I don't even know if I'll like. I need to eat one now. Maybe this is a fluke. Maybe this is a confusing and strange readjustment of my adult palette. Not sure though, it seems like I'd still demolish a plate of bagel bites if given the chance.

I stumble across a Hot Tuna Melt from a Craft Sandwich restaurant. It looks delectable. It has weird non-standard ingredients. What the fuck is a Craft Sandwich restaurant anyways?

I order it. It arrives. I open it- it's dripping with what I presume can only be flavor. This tuna melt isn't like other tuna melts. She is different. She has artichokes, spicy peppers, olives, mozzarella, and tomato. I'm yearning for a bite and then I take that first delicious chomp.

It sucks. It's not nearly as good as I'm envisioning. It's unlike any tuna melt I've ever had, but it's weird, the tuna salad, which should be the sandwich's major focus, is mild in taste and underwhelming. The sandwich has jalapenos and all this other stuff in it, but it's just not that good.

The bread is crunchy though.

In a weird way, the tuna melt reminds me that things always look better from the outside perspective. Throughout my 20s, I've always envied those that were able to move faster than myself. I was always bogged down with mental health struggles, family problems, and responsibilities beyond my control. It always felt like others were able to earn more acclaim than me, get more accomplishments than me, or go through milestones sooner than me.

It's a bit like this Hot Tuna Melt. It all looks fancy and good, but when you take a bite and look at it from the inside- there's so much more that meets the eye, and it's not always as tasty and delectable as it looks externally.

Maybe Tuna Melts are what I need to reflect properly.

Anyways, back to the review. The Tuna Melt was mid. My cravings are not fixed. I am feeling unsettled. I want a Tuna Melt more than ever. A good one.

The Tuna Melts of My Twenties collection image

The year is 2022 and I'm on the precipice of turning 29 years old. I'm pondering what I should eat for lunch on a fateful day in December and I suddenly am salivating aggressively to the thought of fresh tuna salad, melted cheese, and toasted bread.

What's happening? Is this the adulthood approaching that everyone's been talking about? Why do I want to eat Tuna Melts so bad? Growing pains.

The Tuna Melts of My Twenties will document every Tuna Melt I have ingested and will ingest over the year of 2023 (aka the final year of my 20s). Along with each photograph, ratings of the tuna melt along with a journal entry of my impending adulthood and life changes will be documented.

My goal is to give you a comprehensive data analysis of every Tuna Melt I eat in my 29th year of life. Holders of The Tuna Melts of My Twenties will receive a PowerPoint presentation in January 2024 detailing my Tuna Melt year in review.

Age is just a number. Tuna Melts on the blockchain are forever.

Category Photography
Contract Address0x495f...7b5e
Token ID
Token StandardERC-1155
ChainEthereum
MetadataCentralized
Last Updated1 year ago
Creator Earnings
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