So let’s update from the last post. I read about the GRE some more and I. want. to die. Let’s just skip how I had dreams about talking about magical universities with my friends. In happy news, I’ve listened to some good new tunes.
In confusing news, I had an existential crisis today while wandering around the mansions in my neighborhood and listening to Sufjan Stevens. I probably set myself up for that one. Note to self: Sufjan plus mansion tour does not help me solve problems in my head. What if by some twist of fate I end up being a millionaire living in one of those homes? I think this is the problem with me reading so many classics. I assume wealth is just something that comes upon you like a summer cold. Maybe that’s better than thinking it’s something feasible you can actually work for though.
If you haven’t been reading experts’ outlook for my generation, let me frame it for you. If you want an education, you better expect loans to burden you for life. If you expect a creative career, you better be self-employed and okay with starving. If you want the American dream, grow up and lower your standards to never declaring bankruptcy equaling success. I kind of hope that I wake up one day and realize that I was in one of those apocalypse movies. Just kidding! Great free health care for everyone! Affordable organic produce! All the bigots died in a hurricane! Our kids are only taught equality and can achieve in more ways than high test scores! And on and on… I’m afraid that we all have these concerns and I can’t blame it on living in this lawmaking abyss. (Who makes laws these days anyway?)
I wish I could blame this outlook on the lame old Baby Boomers who hate us because we tweet instead of protest wars. Maybe we don’t react the same way as you did. That doesn’t mean we’re all narcissistic, apathetic sheep. Sure we probably have a large sample that are, but I bet a lot of you jerks sold your soul in the 80s. Somebody had to set up this effed financial culture that we inherited, just sayin’.
I swear I meant to write happy things here, but all the curmudgeons are getting me down. Haven’t we done anything so far to impress you people? It’s not like the grown folk are doing such a good job anyway. I bet we can make some of our societal lemons into spiked lemonade somehow. Now I’m off to do something productive…like read online cartoons or Daily Show clips.
