Growing Up Is A SCAM

You ever feel like everyone’s just lying to you about how life’s supposed to go? Like, you do what you're told, get good grades, go to college, and then what? You end up working some job you hate, wearing a tie, and pretending you don’t wanna scream into the void. No thanks. Growing up is a scam, man.

I think about it a lot when I’m skating around town, blasting Green Day in my earbuds. Welcome to Paradise hits different when you’re coasting down an empty street at night, thinking about how you don’t wanna end up like everyone else. My parents keep telling me to “focus on my future,” but honestly, the future looks kinda lame. All I know is that I don’t wanna end up like those guys in suits, working 9 to 5 and talking about their fantasy football leagues like it actually matters.

Right now, my biggest problem is figuring out what song to put on next and how to sneak another Four Loko without getting caught. I know it’s probably not a “healthy coping mechanism” or whatever, but it’s not like algebra is helping me deal with life either.

Maybe I’ll start a band someday. Maybe I’ll move to some city where people actually care about music and don’t just listen to whatever’s on the radio. Or maybe I’ll just keep skating, hanging out with my friends, and avoiding responsibilities for as long as I can.

I guess I’ll figure it out eventually. Or not. Whatever.