Done for a year
I’ve been finished classes and exams for a year now, and it’s a rather odd feeling. It really hasn’t felt like a year has passed since I’ve completed all necessary requirements for my BSc. Yet in less than two months, it’ll be a year since I’ve convocated and a year since I’ve started working full time. I’ve moved out and not starved. I’ve actually started thinking about RRSPs, a down payment for a place of my own and opened an investment portfolio. Growing up feels really weird.
Recently I read an article on the Internet about how the 20s are the new teens. More and more, young adults are doing all the stupid shit they should’ve gotten out of their system when they were 16. Instead, drug experimentation, DUIs and general asshattery has spilled into early to mid 20s. While there haven’t exactly been ideal role models for twenty-somethings, the party lust hasn’t died as quickly as previous generations. The rebellious “rage against the man” phase has seemingly extended further into adulthood. I don’t know if parents have turned into a generation of wimps or what, but it sounds as if a lot of people my age are still rather carefree. Undoubtedly it has something to do with an average university education taking a lot longer than 4 years.
I just wonder where the hell these people end up, because there’s an awful lot of them. There’s only so many burger flippers and manual labour to go around. And how have they not flunked out yet already? Then again, to get into SFU Computing Science these days you need something idiotically low like 75%, a far cry from the 93% for my year. Catering to the stupid is a disturbing trend, and only goes to show that natural selection doesn’t apply to humans. We’re doing a remarkably good job at protecting the stupid and weak.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve missed out on anything, having somewhat grown up rather quickly. I won’t ever get drunk due to medical reasons. I no longer have the energy, or will, to party to dawn. Popular destinations to “go out” to (like clubs) appear more annoying and useless than fun. I feel more like a 35 year old in a club than a 23 year old. I take a look at what people my age do, and I wonder how it’s fun or how they don’t think about the mounds of debt they are heaping upon themselves. Or if they’re not partying on loans, how their parents justify supporting such a unsustainable lifestyle. I guess I just moved past that mentality years ago (though I’m not sure if I ever even got to that point, I probably skipped it).
So at what point do these carefree twenty-somethings realize what the real world is like? While it’d be funny to watch them crash and burn, they probably would just tax the welfare system to its limits. Maybe we can just feed them to the hobos downtown.