Now, two months after graduation, I seem to be one of just a handful of people that’s been able to get themselves on their feet, pay their own bills and actually put together some semblance of an adult life with minimal parental assistance. I bought a car, found an apartment and set up a 401k, just six months after turning 22. I came down on the ‘right’ side of every statistic — I found a job in my field that actually pays well, I’m living on my own, and seem to have everything that these other college graduates are dying to have.
But what about that 10-cents-a-word life that I always wanted? What about New York City? What about freelancing, penning newspaper columns and urban adventures? What about the struggles that I see on Girls and the tales of credit card debt and ramen noodle dinners? Aren’t these the things that really make you 22?
Fine. Quit your job, move to New York City, sell your shit, live hand-to-mouth, and SHUT UP. Go do those things you think make you 22.
Here’s a dedication:
Sing along with the common people, Sing along and it might just get you through, Laugh along with the common people, Laugh along even though they’re laughing at you, And the stupid things that you do. Because you think that poor is cool. …. You will never understand How it feels to live your life With no meaning or control And with nowhere left to go. You’re amazed that they exist And they burn so bright, While you can only wonder why.