and you know it don't come easy

It's time to be honest. I'm scared.

Not of becoming an adult and shipping my own mail and pumping my own gas. I'm scared that I'm going to turn into one of those people who had everything handed to her a-la paris hilton and who lives without the drive or motivation to accomplish anything save meaningless purchases and self-aggrandizement.

And that's crazy, right? Because I can't turn into someone who always had XYZ without making a time machine.

But I'm reminded of this time in college when some guy, let's call him Snob McFeinstein, says other people just "don't get" media. I mean, the kid who was taking his PSATs 4 years ago is arguing how superior he is to the unwashed masses. Like his MWF introductory seminar makes him necessarily better than John Everyman. LIke shit tastes better with a silver spoon.

What I am saying is I don't ever want to assume McFeinstein's sheer sense of entitlement.

And that's why I'm cutting off both pinkies.