
When we were growing up, school began in September and ended in June. It was basically like clockwork and guaranteed. We had a start point to hate and a goal that, while it seems like it was only getting further away, was always getting closer. Once the end of the year came, boom! Throw your books in the air (then get yelled at by Mom and pick them up because education is important and blah blah blah) and live your summer of playing basketball (or in my case looking like a complete idiot while shooting enough bricks to build a house) all day, flashlight tag until way past when you're supposed to be home, and sleeping in until you get yelled at for being lazy. Go to concerts and do an absolutely terrible job of hiding that you're drinking or smoking something (and then completely deny that you EVER did anything of the sort) Or in 2014, play a video game that is about all of those things because why do it when you can pay $60 to pretend that you're doing it? Come on, Mom, duh.
When we get older, though, there is no set end point. Basketball hurts, playing tag hurts, running around hurts (okay, everything hurts), going to concerts is just traffic and loud, drinking is a glass of wine, and sleeping in means waking up 15 minutes before your alarm instead of the usual 20. This ends when your heart goes, "WTF am I doing all of this for? I'm out." You worked so hard and what did you end up with? A tombstone that says, "At least I had a 401(k) to never enjoy." Don't do that. Go have fun. It's summer! If you're thinking, "Actually, summer doesn't start until June 20, Jason," Then this post is DIRECTLY aimed at you. Lighten up, man.
When we get older, though, there is no set end point. Basketball hurts, playing tag hurts, running around hurts (okay, everything hurts), going to concerts is just traffic and loud, drinking is a glass of wine, and sleeping in means waking up 15 minutes before your alarm instead of the usual 20. This ends when your heart goes, "WTF am I doing all of this for? I'm out." You worked so hard and what did you end up with? A tombstone that says, "At least I had a 401(k) to never enjoy." Don't do that. Go have fun. It's summer! If you're thinking, "Actually, summer doesn't start until June 20, Jason," Then this post is DIRECTLY aimed at you. Lighten up, man.