You know what really screws with my head? That’s it’s spring break right now. And that the days are all warm and nice. And that I can’t really enjoy any of it because I’m a grown up with a stupid job (that I love) and stupid responsibilities and instead of doing whatever fun stuff it is all the other college students get to do, I’m busy going to work, earning a living so I can pay my mortgage and support the FurBitch, cleaning the house and trying to figure out what I want to make for dinner.
I don’t think it would annoy me so much if I wasn’t doing this whole taking classes thing. Because then I wouldn’t even know it’s spring break and I could be blissfully free of thoughts of Cancun and days spent in the sunshine and all that happy horse shit. But I am. I’m a 26-year-old college student who doesn’t get to enjoy spring break because I’m grown the fuck up, for some stupid reason.
Summers are hard too. I don’t want to do anything in the summer. I want to lay on the beach. Sip margaritas. Tan. Nap. Play in the ocean. Grill dinner. It’s not fair, really. They condition us from the age of 5 to 22 that summers are for fun and for goofing off and for parties on the beach and for summer camp and vacation and then they make you get a grown up job and guess what? Grown up jobs don’t give you summers off. I mean really, what kind of bullshit is that? Don’t condition me for summers off and then expect me to accomplish things during the summer months. It just doesn’t work that way.