Not wanting a traditional job was awesomer.
You never had 9-5 dreams of being cubical caged. Your resume was going to read like a career of badassery instead. Suits were for suckers, so you slapped on your padding and chased a life living on the edge of death because you never said you wanted to be an adult when you grew up.
Now you’re college uneducated and crippled under adulthood. You’re a corporate zombie who forgot how to kick flip and every day is a copy of a copy of a copy.
Let’s burn our ties and tell our bosses to kiss our asses. If we’re miserable at what we do, let’s do something else. Let’s make our dreams our jobs and do what put smiles on our faces like when we were the awesomer version of ourselves.