If karma could dance, she'd tango forever
My question for today: Who decided your 20's was the magic age where you had to have everything figured out? Get a degree. Get a job. Move out of your parents'. Find "the one." I'm sure this is written in some ancient book like "The Southern Gentleman and Lady's Guide to Living and Frying Food," but come on. As much as I love the South, as much as I could never see living anywhere else, I have this suspicion that this dynamic is more prevalent below the Mason-Dixon Line. Once you are out of college (or in my hometown's case sometimes, high school) you must go out and immediately find your purpose in life. This package deal, of course, will come with a shiny new car, your own wonderfully decorated apartment or house with no repairs needed, a college degree in something that will ensure you a job, and of course a God-fearing, church-going, never-cussing, trophy wife/husband (and, of course, all before you hit 30). This, however, is not the...