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The Life of An Angsty Twenty-Something

I am so tired of seeing the same person in the mirror every day
Roof over my head? Check.
Water and food? Check.
Family? Check.
Healthy? Check.
Stable boyfriend? Check.
Check. Check. Check.
Why does it not seem like enough...
It is because I am an angsty twenty-something
See, we were raised during an interesting time when flip phones were a luxury in the eighth grade
And MSN Messenger was the way to communicate
Now, do people even communicate?
There was a time when jobs were a tad easier to find
Now we sit in a lukewarm pool of our depression and sulk over the youth unemployment rate
We believe in nothing, no god to save us, no future for the earth's creatures and plants
We just wait for the sun to devour our planet and for the oceans to flood all the major cities like it does in the movies, a modern day tale of Noah
We are pessimists, us twenty-somethings
What do we believe in?
We don't believe in love
Love is oppression! Love does not comply with our overly liberal outlook that says: with our bodies, we do as we please
We live in an era where we can smoke, drink, and party (this includes the fairer sex)
Love is a sign of weakness: it means we are not fully free, because our bodies are confined to the touch of a single person, and in this fleshy jail we can't "do as we please"
THUS
We do not believe in love.
We don't believe in god, or the future, or in love
This is the apocalypse! We are roaming without purpose, like bodies raised from the dead
Unable to come to terms with the zombie in the mirror


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