Funkay

I’ve been working on this rolling existential funk since, well, since school started, I guess. It’s really starting to get annoying. There are places I want to go, things I want to do, but here I sit, waiting for my life to start. Of course, I’ll graduate in debt, so there will immediately be a scramble to find the best-paying job I can, whether I enjoy it or not. The other day I found myself trying to work out a plan whereby I could retire at 50 so that I would only have to wait 30 years to start my life, and I realized that the premise of the whole system is seriously flawed. Maybe I’ll drop out and be a bum. It would be more dignified.