There’s a moment—maybe it hits while you’re scrolling through your phone at 2am, or while staring blankly into your fridge hoping dinner materializes—that you think, “Is this just... life now?” If that question rings even slightly familiar, congrats. You’ve met your inner Messy Millennial.

No, not the beige-loving, glassware-matching, morning routine fanatics (one day I will have matching glassware). We’re talking about us—the tired, emotionally-aware, overstimulated but attempting to be functional humans raised on Disney Channel and Lunchables, now trying to untangle adulthood with a combination of memes, mindfulness apps, and caffeine dependency.

So, who is the Messy Millennial?