But enough postmodern bullshit, let's get real, 'cause that electric bill sure is. The most feasible thing to do is to go back home. There's shame associated with the bird that's learned how to fly returning to the nest, but this is strictly an American construct. In Europe and Latin America, young people stay home until they get married, well into their twenties. But it's difficult to declare independence when the Queen is doing your dirty laundry, and paying rent to your 'rents is just one big slap in the face. So on to the other, less safe, way more exciting alternatives.
Menial jobs sound like hell, but not if you're in Alaska or Amsterdam.
Who's stopping you? If you've got no prospects, why not go someplace
crazy before turning into an overworked slave to the
must-always-produce, nine-to-five capitalist regime that failed you in
the first place.
What's the rush? You can't wait until you start
waking up at 7 a.m., endure the hectic commute, face pressure from your
self-important supervisor, toy away mindlessly with Excel sheets, drink
the shitty, watered-down coffee, listen to trivial office gossip, get
off work too late for the happy hour and too early for the afterparty?
For the first time in your life, no one is telling what you have to do
or where you have to be. So just leap and start living your Life.
