I'm sitting here writing my thesis on the Lost Generation and the hipster culture and totally procrastinating. Instead of writing, I'm thinking about life and love and loss, and I've made a decision.
I will live for myself. I will do what I want, when I want, and how I want. This is not in the selfish, independence-seeking way 17-year-old, angsty teenagers vouch for their rights as "adults." No. This is my effort at chance-taking and developing my identity -- very much in the tradition of Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Eggers, Wallace, and every writer of a youth movement for all of time.
This twenty-something will live. Every damn day.
