my friend is a d.bag.

i linked one of my friends to my blog, and she made fun of the title, "we are nowhere, and it's now."  besides being a major d-bag (kidding), i don't think this Hell-A bimbo (kidding again) really understood the meaning behind it. she was all like, "huh? I don't get transcendentalism!" first of all, it’s “existentialism.” Second of all, it wasn't even thinking about existentialism: it’s a Bright Eyes song. 

I think the title of my blog is a very fitting description of the people of our generation.  Maybe not everyone, but just people like me: a lame wanderlust of sorts, bound by societal norms; a person who dreams big and does little, and is therefore stuck in a constant loop of nothing’s-happening-ness. Who else has felt kind of helpless trying to keep up with life’s expectations? 

It’s like this: I’m nowhere near where I expected myself to be at this point of my life. This “nowhere-ness” is a state of being. Instead of being at some monumental stage of my life (i.e. amazing career! Marriage and babies! Making millions!) I’m in the middle ground, where every day is like the day before, only you look a little older. Depressing, but true.

So, to conclude: I am nowhere, and it’s now.