I did not have exciting college adventures. Saddled with my new and water-damaged diploma, I set out on a new life. A life more stressful and less bright than before. A life of settling, resignation. From here on out, it will be but a brief, unfortunately long sigh into the sickly tainted air of suburbia. Saddled with my birthright, I anticipate an empty, unsatisfying journey ahead.
I am not smart enough to solve the world energy crisis, not pretty enough to find a sexy life of luxury, not charismatic enough to get what I want. I am, average.