Eighteen and I Don't Like It

It was eighteen years ago today I graduated from college.

How depressing.

I'm eighteen years out of college, I'm forty, and I'm no closer to personal fulfillment than I was back in 1988. It's frustrating to think that I moved back home after graduation for eighteen months and stayed eighteen years. And I still haven't "found" myself. My writing career is a joke and I keep getting downsized from one company after another.

And to think a child born the day I graduated from college is a legal adult today.

Maybe I should have followed the Grateful Dead on their annual summer tour that year . . .