Wednesday, November 03, 2004

if you're sad and you know it clap your hands!

You think I'm about to talk about the election, don't you? Well, you are wrong. Ok, mostly wrong. I must just say that I agree wholeheartedly with Cityrag, who finds encouragement in the fact that at least a good hunk of the country showed up to support the dude who thinks countries should be run based on reason and not religion. So congrats to all who tried to get Kerry in (I converted both of my parents in Wisco!) If only the crazyreligious people embraced a little thing called birth control, the numbers would surely have been more in our favor.

Anyway, I'm realizing that, along with yours truly, the vast majority of my friends and my friends' friends are suffering from mildly to seriously incapacitating mental and emotional problems. On lots of meds, incapable of going to class, dropping out of school, quitting/losing jobs, sleeping with too many strangers, making sure the windows in the apartment are shut a few too many times, crying into burritos, and, most disturbingly, losing interest in boozing. But none of us have any actual problems. We've all graduated from "good" schools and gone on to other "good" schools or found "good" jobs. Why do we have to be so sad? What the fuck is wrong? Do the early twenties just suck? Do things just magically get better? Do things not get better but just not matter so much? Do we have to get married and make babies? Do we have to find Jesus? Can someone please please pleeeeease buy me a puppy?

7 comments:

Fat Asian Baby said...

This is something I have been mulling over for the past couple of years. I think it has something to do with elitist middle class malaise or something. Like we spent all of our childhoods having all this promise of something GREAT and we got here and there wasn't really anything there for us. Just more of the same. I myself am hoping to start hearing voices from Jesus sometime soon. I think it would make my life so much more interesting, at the very least.

Gloria said...

It's the quarter-life crisis. Rather like a mid-life crisis - but it happens in your 20s. I remember reading an article about it in the NYTimes like 5 years ago. Shit, I'm old.

Gina said...

Damn, I think I should buy that book. Or better yet, write my own darn book and hawk it around to make millions of dollars...

Robo's Drone said...

FAB: You're analysis is spot on. I HAVE always been promised the gift of tomorrow. And, well, here's tomorrow and I, like Gina, am also crying into my burrito. Not to mention falling behind on my dental bills.

Gina said...

you don't eat burritos!

Robo's Drone said...

Wudda you mean I don't eat burritos?? OK, so I'm crying in my sushi. Same difference. Geez. Now my friends are yelling at me. Could I feel worse? Heh.

Andrew said...

Holy Get Out Of My Head, Batman!!! This all just totally freaked me out. I've been removed from blogs for about a month now, and today both dropped out of school and had a serious what-am-I-doing-with-my-life conversation with a monosyllabic caveman friend over lunch. Good to know my clock is still ticking right in time with everybody elses'.