I voluntarily left a steady, decent-paying job (in the midst of economic depression) in a city that has probably America's best climate to move to New England and back in with my college roommate to recapture those wonder years of yesterday; before I knew how unsatisfying a paycheck was, before I cared about 'accrued time off,' before some man tried to stamp out my will to live with weekly sales reports. Too often we hear others say "if only I knew then what I know now," that "youth is wasted on the young," that "these are the best years of your life, remember them." Why are our best days always behind us? Why can't I live like I did then with what I know now? Why must we succumb to that slow, steady, funeral march that marks our lives from our graduation days onward?
Well I can not stand idly by as the steady march of history rolls by claiming countless hearts into soulless caverns of fluorescent lights and computer monitors, marriage and children. I will be that bastard child of Mother Nature and Father Time who jumps out of line, who shirks all responsibility in the name of leisure. I promise to chronicle the exploits of man with no responsibility or routine; to live life to the maximum degree of ease; I will wake up when I feel like, do what I feel like, live how I feel like and do it all now. I am and vow to always be young, single, and male. I am:
Forever Unemployed.
