An Open Letter To
Your Quarter-Life Crisis
DEC. 10, 2012
Dear [x],
I’d like
to know how many weary souls bogged down by a plague of First World Problems
have contributed to this sorry image:
I. Would.
Like. To. Know…!
Just how
many misguided youths gazing into the glowing abyss of their MacBook screens
have sought guidance from our great internet oracle.
Sitting
in a room, solo. Lost in thought. Feeling wretched, dejected.
[x]! Has this been YOU?
If you’ve
ever thought for a second that you were alone in thinking you are lost,
confused, discouraged, not good enough, or any combination thereof, LET THIS BE
EVIDENCE TO THE CONTRARY, [x]!
Such is
the plight of our generation. Not that this class of confusion is reserved for
the young — surely some older, wiser individuals contributed a query or two to
this crude sampling of collective consciousness.
But for
pity’s sake, do not let the Cult of the Quarter Life Crisis define you.
Define YOU, [x],
you magnificent bastard, you.
Dearest
[x],
