Who the fuck cares where you went to school or where you work? The question is: Is everyday experience good, healthy, beautiful? Because I have to tell you, while it might be cool to work for a company like Google, Apple, or The New Yorker, if your job is stupid, stressful and your boss is an asshole, there is nothing good or prestigious about that. While it might seem right to go to a school like Berkeley, if classes are overcrowded and students are nervous, anxious, religious zealots from Orange County, are you sure you want to go there? What’s good about that?
To believe in prestige is to privilege abstract, collective impression over palpable, daily experience. To which I say: fuck prestige. Do what serves your everyday vitality.
I “fell in love” with a lot of people this summer, boys and girls, men and women. I think a lot of it was that they showed me life in the raw, and most importantly, how alike we all were. We all hoped for the same things, celebrated the same things and lived for all the same things. I am forever grateful for the things this summer have taught me, all the good memories, all the bad memories and ultimately, all the unforgettable ones.
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
The fact that people act a certain way to hide who they are makes me feel like I don’t really know anyone that I think I do.