There's all this pressure and hysteria attached with approaching the mid-twenties. Like having a sense of direction and a general idea of your "purpose". People I grew up with are beginning to have real jobs, like being playboy bunnies and stylists and working in offices...kay, never mind. But at least they know what they want. Meanwhile I'm still um, waiting tables and all I know what I want is a car. Not even a fancy car, just some shitbox that can take me places. And I know that I want to see lots of places. And have adventures. And before I started worrying about "becoming an adult" I had all that. And I was having the time of my life. So then I went through all these old photographs of when I was care free and realized that well, my life has been pretty awesome so far and it's time to stop caring about what people are telling me to care about. Just live my life and stop worrying about useless shit like how the hell am I ever going to buy a house and have babies and a have husband and be a driven career woman going absolutely fucking insane because that shit is so unrealistic and I don't even think that's what I want but am expected to want.
So here's to all the dreamers, under-achievers and believers!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HqfOWcQ0gU