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The Existential Crisis of a 20-Something

"What is the meaning of life?" one the many melodramatic characters I was associated asked. I'll spare his name, but I'm pretty sure you all can guess who.

But if there's one thing I've observed from He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's sudden "interest" in philosophy is that all of us are...not getting philosophical per say, just starting to consider a larger picture. Mostly because of the fact that graduation is a ludicrous 6 months away.

Even a fetus takes 9 months in the womb to prepare to basically roll around and do nothing all day and the world expects me to get my life together in SIX MONTHS?

See a smart person would have planned ahead of time. Unfortunately my intellects don't fall into that particular category of smarts. But I mean I can chop 4 cucumbers while singing the alphabet backwards, that's gotta count for something right?

No. (I think the pessimism is a side effect of being forced to see the bigger picture.)

But I guess that was the reality of my life, mentally evaluating what I can remember of my life, I have come to reach the conclusion that my existence has been completely irrelevant.

And this is where my typical 20-something existential crisis comes in.

Am I going to really dance at weddings my whole life?

Are a few gigs here and there going to pay the mortgage?

Is dance going to stay there or will I fall into the majority for whom wake-up-call meant a nine to five job?

"Goddamnit!"

It was only moments later that I realized I had said that out loud.

Sharon looked up for a second, judged my sudden blasphemy, and went back to her intense game of Temple Run while looking so irritatingly beautiful in the process.

I wonder what her plan was? Her path, I don't know, but I knew one of the major turning points in her road would be marriage, and then 2 kids, preferably a boy and a girl. But they weren't her destination. What was her destination? Did she have a goal?

Do I have a goal?

"Your doing it again," she didn't even bother to look up this time.

"Huh?"

"You know, the staring with the occasional gibberish that I presume is your stream-of-consciences that you are subconsciously trying to voice."

"Alright I know we're have this awkward ego-battle going on, but for the next 10 or so minutes can we pretend it doesn't exist?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you want two kids."

"I refuse to waste my precious time trying to figure out what you mean so for the sake of my sanity, I'm willing to freeze the clock for 10 minutes,"

"You just can't do things the easy way can you?