People are The Greatest Thing to Happen.
I haven't accepted the fact that I'm a fucking loser. Get rich, climb on a fucking boat and sail away to the nearest island, sip your daiquiris, ogle cabana boys, laugh at things you know aren't that funny... do this all as soon as possible. I'll be a tiny scratch in your subconcious when you're a 47 year-old housewife somewhere east or west, or right here.
You are turning into yuppies, and it scares me. On the other hand, I'm glad you're growing up; a very sarcastic and sardonic 'thank you' for giving me the same opportunity.
On yet another hand, I'm glad I'm not growing up, and believe me, there are times when it seems more of an obligation than a choice. I need to save what I have before I turn into a mutant hunched in a cubicle somewhere deep inside minitruth. Down the memory hole I go.
What an awful rant. I'm really not bitter, just a bit disheartened. I would like a few things:
- adventure
- conversation
- new friendships
- stronger bonds
- learning experiences
I know that I need to speak to some of you before you leave me here. I'll lose seventy percent of everything I care about within the next four months. We're losing all our boyish and girlish charm. Are we turning into monsters? I think we're just turning into who we'll be for the next fifty, sixty, seventy years.