The end of college is near. You can almost see the cap and gown flying towards you in a Snape-jumping-out-of-the-window manner. You can almost taste the freedom. Soon enough you will have a job and finally be paid for all the shit you have to do. You know you are ready to enter adulthood or "real life" as it is commonly known as. You know your stuff. You pushed yourself in high school and studied so you can get into a good school and study whatever it is that you "figured out" you wanted to do with your life. Then college came and you partied a bit, fell in love a bit and studied a bit (a lot during exam week). You had your fun, but as graduation drew near, a sort of mix of emotions started to come over you.
At first it was a tingling in your toes when you were considering how in the world would you be able to pay all these fcking bills on a junior position salary. But then you remembered the glamorous idealistic portrayal of your future that your brain had so kindly crafted to help you cope with the change. The tingling went away and excitement was back. "I'm gonna get a job. Seriously...How hard can it be? I did everything right after all."
Then graduation comes, you and your boyfriend have to move. Long distance relationship ensues. It's not ideal, but as soon as we get jobs, we will have plenty of money to visit each other and then move and be together again and life is pink and unicorns are singing One Direction in the background.
Now about that job. I mean you did everything that you were supposed to. You went to school, studied hard, learnt languages, studied sciences. Went to college, picked a major, struggled being on your own, got tougher and powered through. You studied your ass off, took your exams, wrote your papers, got respectable grades, did not develop an addiction to anything besides caffeine. Life really should reward you by helping you out with that job thing.
Rejection one comes and you feel a slight disappointment, but it wasn't even the one you wanted so it's all okay really. You've applied to like 10 more jobs.
3 rejections. 7 did not even bother sending them.
Disappointment now comes in full force. You are living with your parents and still taking pocket money. I mean you are supposed to be on your own and make money, live the life, get married, be successful. And yet it just seems to not really be going that way for you. The more applications you send, the worse you feel because your break seems to not want to come. You did everything right and now you're stuck in a loop of rejections and "So sweety, do you know what you're gonna be doing now,eh?" , followed by a sympathetic look when your face says it all. "AT THIS POINT I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING REMOTELY RELATED TO MY DEGREE. ANYTHING." They know the look. They feel you.
Oh look. AN EMAIL! Oh wait. "Congratulate (enter college friend's name) on their new position in (the most awesome company on Earth)! " Thanks LinkedIn. Just what I needed.
But they say everyone finds their place. It will come to you. But you need to work for it. Don't worry you'll find out what it is eventually. Just hurry up and make your parents proud.

The other day something magical happened. I have been in a relationship for about 3 years now. And everything has been going great. Love the guy. But there is one thing- he refuses to watch The Lord of the Rings with me. REFUSES. And why, you might ask. Because me mumbling the lines to the movie was apparently annoying. 

It's finally happening. It's here. You've waited long enough and now it's your time to enjoy it. You finally have a boyfriend for Valentine's Day. You've spent this horrible day single before and you know that no matter what you decide to do in those 24 hours you will never be as happy as the people who have someone to share it with. Getting chocolates and flowers from your dad gives you the feeling that even he now feels bad for your lack of romance.
But this year is different. You have your boyfriend and your expectations. Nothing but perfection will do. And there it is. The eternal issue. That is why Valentine's Day will always blow. The expectations, demands and need for perfection. We are all starved for romance and Valentine's Day has been advertised as the antidote to all our relationship-related imperfections. If your boyfriend doesn't ever surprise you, well there is his chance to prove that he is in fact a romantic. If he never buys you presents or flowers, what better time to change that than the day when everyone is doing it. If he has lost interest in you in the bedroom, V- Day better be the day he sprinkles those rose petals on the bed and lights the candles. And it is so well known that this SHOULD HAPPEN, that you expect it. You know he should be doing this, he should be ensuring that everything is sheer perfection. If he doesn't, then disappointment ensues.
But is it really fair to put all one's expectations, demands, hopes and romantic goals on one stupid, insignificant, little day? Does it really matter? Is it fair to say that your relationship is defined by the proceedings on Valentine's Day as it is the most romantic holiday there is? I call bullshit. I say you go and enjoy your boyfriend every single day. He cooked you pasta for dinner when you were too exhausted to do anything yourself but he forgot to book a V-day reservation? Big Fucking Deal. If a man loves you, you can feel that every day. Some men like to plan things for V-Day. Others most certainly do not, but that doesn't make them any less worthy of your utmost appreciation. After all, it's just another day so fck the disappointment and go enjoy the fact that you are spending another day with the person you love.