Lifestyleoftheunemployed brings the truth about growing up.
I had dinner last night with a buddy who by anyone’s standards is successful. He tried to be polite and make small talk but I could tell that something was on his mind. With a few probing questions he told me. He had worked so hard for so long to get where he is in life. And now that he’s here, he’s fucking bored.
Ore wo dare da to omotte yagaru?!
"Who the hell do you think I am?"
This was the series that really laid the ground work for my work towards becoming a better person, which I know sounds funny; to think that a cartoon could make you re-evaluate your life and your goals, but that’s exactly what it did for me.
Six months later, I was busy drowning the memories of my workday away in the cheapest liquor my bar had, realizing that I was no closer to feeling like a man than when I began college. I felt like I was still back in school: naive, doubtful, clueless as to what the in the hell was I to do now that I’ve established myself in the place I’ve dreamed about living since I was eleven. Why am I still not happy with who I am? What is it about myself that I am still struggling to define?