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not enough sleep for my brain
Oct. 30th, 2003 09:02 amIt seems like America just isn't a very good place to be a young person, these days. I say that perhaps because of my disillusionment of the idea that once you get out of college, life REALLY begins.* But for everyone I know who's my-age-but-just-a-little-older, it just seems like that date of Life Beginning -- getting the job in the career you want, finally beginning to date For Real, settling down in the place you want to stay -- is just being pushed farther and farther back. And people are stuck in places they don't want to be, in jobs they hate, either alone or with people they only tolerate. (ayelle, if you're reading this, I'm definitely not referring to you here. ^_~)
It feels like they're trapped in limbo, just waiting for someone to call on their training and resources so they can start a 'real' life. And it's just taking longer and longer for that to happen.
Of course, this is rather disenheartening, because it doesn't seem like America is a very good place to be an *old* person, either. We really don't value our elderly. I'm not entirely sure who America *is* a good place for right now.
At the moment, I can't think of much to be done for it, except to sit back and wait and imagine all the fun and exciting places my liberal arts degree is (not) going to take me.
Oh, and have fun in the meantime. Yeah.
*I'm sort of reminded of that so very, very truthful song "Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen Hello Love." If you're not familiar with it, it's a song about adolescence -- one of the best I've ever heard. It starts at age twelve and goes all the way up to age 18, and at every chorus the singers are anticipating *real* relationships and *actual love* to start at *any minute now.* "And now, life really begins," is the expectation that finished the song.
It feels like they're trapped in limbo, just waiting for someone to call on their training and resources so they can start a 'real' life. And it's just taking longer and longer for that to happen.
Of course, this is rather disenheartening, because it doesn't seem like America is a very good place to be an *old* person, either. We really don't value our elderly. I'm not entirely sure who America *is* a good place for right now.
At the moment, I can't think of much to be done for it, except to sit back and wait and imagine all the fun and exciting places my liberal arts degree is (not) going to take me.
Oh, and have fun in the meantime. Yeah.
*I'm sort of reminded of that so very, very truthful song "Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen Hello Love." If you're not familiar with it, it's a song about adolescence -- one of the best I've ever heard. It starts at age twelve and goes all the way up to age 18, and at every chorus the singers are anticipating *real* relationships and *actual love* to start at *any minute now.* "And now, life really begins," is the expectation that finished the song.
