Fuck Everyone But Us

We will have real jobs. We could be investment bankers or archeologists or physicists — there is still time. We keep saying this even though we will not be any of those things. We live in a mindset that we have yet to grow up, that our decisions are temporary ones, that this is not our only chance here that we are wasting, because the thought that we cannot do everything is what keeps us fastened down to nothing. "You can do anything, but you can't do everything," the finger wagging disembodied voice of authority figures echoes in our ears when we set out to try to something. This stops us in our tracks. We need an escape hatch, possibly parachutes. We need winning lottery numbers. We need to get the fuck out of here.