Go on, you can wonder why you clicked.

It's official.

Being 24, broke and intelligent sucks, and not just a little. It sucks a whole lot. Like... Megaton knob-slobbing that would make amateur porn-stars gape in wonder at the majestic power of suck-hood.

But let's break that down a bit more. Certainly, there is waaaaay more to it then just being broke, young and extremely restless. I really think it comes down to the base fact that I am aware of my position. It didn't take me long to realize I am as suited for academics as (and I am stereo-typing here) aforementioned amateur adult stars are, however, I am smart enough to know how horrible that is. (I will add here that it only took me about $10,000 of student loan debt to get there...) I'm also smart enough to know how horrible going to an institute of higher learning with no real goal in mind and no idea as to what I want to be when I grow up is... You see the problem yet?

There is a difference between being educated and attending a college. Yes, yes there is. And in a perfect world, the educated would be allowed to prove themselves through dedication.. Hard work... They would smash barriers and up lift themselves earning a living wage, investing in the future generations... All that fanciful shit we idolize, but the hard cold fact is that this is not the world we live in.



I would like to add here, that having a degree doesn't make that the world you live in either.

Which brings me back to the topic of suckage and it's base root in that I as an adult, intelligent, hard working, stressed as fuck-all, Peter Pan generation member am aware that there really is nothing I can do.

This realization is even more staggering (and I mean staggering in that I'm fairly sure I've subconsciously tried to drink those particular brain cells that lead me to this conclusion into oblivion a hand full of times) then the former.

So here, dear.. what.. three of you who will read this... Here is my public soap box to stand on, flap my arms, thump my chest, burn my god damned bra and stomp me feet. All admissions are non-refundable and just like the theater, I will rape your wallet on concessions.

Have some grumpy cat.