At the dangerous age of twenty-one, I have some things to consider- a career to prevent the costly treatment of emaciation, a resolution to my obsession with 90s culture, my cat's death, Beauvoir's "antiquated" politics, graceful friendships, ungraceful friendships, illness, orgasms, and precocious death. In the present time, I am living cynically detached to popular needs. My phone is unsophisticated- bulky, small, with damaged key pads. Shopping for clothes( shopping in general) puts me in an agitated and confused state. Money is an exasperating thing. On my birthday, I paid an unnecessary amount on a jacket and two shirts. The price for any material item is a financial embarrassment. Paying for entertainment is a different matter. Although, having to pay to remember a pleasant time is unfortunate. Another thing which causes exasperation is the uncertainty present in youth. I would like to know what happens after this year. And if love is really all one needs or if it's an invented necessity like taxation and god.
