So I have this degree, eh? From a supposedly big-shot Canadian university (yeah, yeah… big shot? Canadian? It’s funny, laugh all you want). And it’s, like, totally useless. I’m merely certified middle-fucking-class.
So now starts the dreaded quarter-life crisis (I’ll be 25 in May). What the fuck do I do with my life? With myself? How can I contribute positively to society and my community (wherever that may be)? My crappy non-profit administrative job is certainly not making me, nor the city I currently live in, a better person/place.
How do I find more and better love and more and better friends?
How do I find my place on this planet without settling and stagnating?
Why does this leave me so fucking scared?
