Getting to a point in your life where you look at teenagers and college kids and think, “I’m so glad I’m not in that stage anymore,” as opposed to, “I’d give anything to go back.”
Your airport experience usually involves buying candy at one of the newsstands and eating it on the floor until your flight boards, or standing in line at McDonald’s and ordering a McFlurry as your “reward” for traveling.
Although you make jokes with your friends about how your life is a mess and how you don’t know what you’re doing, your laughter is hollow. Because at the end of the day, it’s not really that funny to you anymore. You don’t know where the last five years went and you cannot comprehend the fact that you’re now halfway through your twenties and you have nothing to show for it.
Whenever you’re out with friends and someone needs something – ibuprofen, gum, deodorant, chapstick, tissues, whatever – you’re always the one that has it. But only because your bag is a black hole where convenience store items go to die.
You need to face yourself with the mathematical, honest cruelty that the world has imposed. You must take inventory. It’s something most people avoid. That’s because a real reckoning of the self is ugly.
With so little funding to go around and the stuffy conditions a tiny Los Angeles apartment render in the heat of the summer, we have but one choice to keep our quarters cool: open every window we’ve got and leave the two separate ceiling fans running on a continual spin throughout the day.
All the practice you had in college making ex-lovers jealous was never meant to pay off.
The food is good and the food is free. Want a pudding cup? Go in the cabinet. Feel like Chinese food tonight? Suggest it for dinner. Need to do some shopping at Whole Foods? Too late! Mom and Dad already went there and stocked the fridge with organic coconut water. Sit back, relax, and keep your paycheck safely in your checking account where it belongs.
In a society that equates ambition increasingly with money or worldly success, it can be thrilling and gratifying to transfer the very human urge to succeed to a more flexible medium.
“Whisky, whisky, whisky, water, water, water, sleep.” Time to party and go CRAZY! …Or, you’re going to drink an entire bottle of wine and fall asleep on the couch for 72 hours straight.