Escapism

When i was 16, i found it to be rather annoying. Age 21-23 were only mildly less angsty, but far more thrilling.



I was profoundly uppity. How disgraceful, i thought, were backward looking people. Youth is a frivolity. May I let it be with grace may i not fear responsibility nor cling to juniors department clothing. Great sorrow must be faced, the work of the world attended to, and excessive, higher quality alcohol consumed



But the work of the world is as tedious as it is exquisite. 16 is an annoying time. But its virtue is not yet realizing how annoying all the other years are as well. Thank goodness wanton escapism serves to last us the decades.