Undergraduated, unemployed; you understand. Twenty-something! Hallelujah! Who would have possibly wondered that these might be the most boring years of my life?
Each day is the same sweet mildness, but I've got an idea: I am going to torch all of my stuff. Really get in there and embody that great vague ideal that my directionless lifestyle encapsulates. Maybe if I sever the tethers and flap in the wind for a little while I'll land somewhere. Or a long while. Or a medium while. I could do a medium while, but all in all I don't think it very seriously matters; I will land somewhen.
In honesty though, I never really quite understood the diference between being pragmatic and being idealistic.
