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The Problem With the Young and Educated


That is the problem with the young and educated of today. They talk a lot and they claim to know a lot but really they know nothing at all. 

We can talk all day about the bright futures we have ahead of us, the futures generously donated to us by our parents, who have loved us and provided for us since we were babies. 

Yet inside we are the same feeble, irrational creatures as we were in the womb. 

We think we can get away with anything by choking up a little tear in the eye, by refusing to pick up our toys and toils after we’re done with them, by saving money for an Irish cream coffee instead of putting it aside to pay back for the debt of our selfishness. 

We are babies, wrapped in the disguise of immaculate men and women. 

We are babies, with translucent skin and a hunger for the primitive needs, of leisure and pleasure and enough vodka to fill an aquarium. 

We are more childish than we were at thirteen, for we were straddling between innocence and pubescence then, and now we’re adult-like goblins with damaged minds. 

That is the problem with the young and educated of today. We are lost in a sea of desires and we drown with every hand that pulls us into the abyss. 

We are the cause of our own misery but we continue with our childish ways. 

We abuse the fact that we have a supposed bright future ahead of us, and everyday we beat it down by turning our backs to the non-fictional, frightening reality that is our world.

In our world, we are nothing but school kids and over privileged rascals, but in our minds we are dukes and duchesses of the future. 

It is the future that will never come, for we are doomed to be babies. 

Even when we’re too old to bite pears we will be babies still, cared for and looked after by hospital personnel, just like we were looked after on the cots where we first laid our heads. 

That is the problem with the young and educated of today. We claim to know everything when in fact our lives would discombobulate if we stopped being babies. 

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