The thought that was just a vague, nagging whisper at the back of my mind has finally burst forth in all it's ear splitting, guilt inducing glory.
It's a Mastercard advertisement gone wrong. Everything around me seems to be wearing a price tag, and there's no warm fuzzy end this time. I'm sitting in a house full of practical and whimsical expenses, and the voiceover at the end sternly declares
"Your contribution, Nil."
So this is how it begins. One day you're just a college kid getting high and then suddenly you realise that freedom isn't about waking up at one everyday, but about being able to make every day count.
No holidays on the beach until I can pay for them myself. No staring at "curriculum vitae" with a lamb-to-the-slaughter expression. At the cost of great injury to my reputation, I must admit that lounging about is more fun when you really deserve a break.
It's time to see this Real World that they keep going on about.
Dear God. Please don't let me turn into a Square.
