Being a member of an affluent community certainly has its ups and downs. Its ups being the type of education we all receive, the little frivolities we indulge in because we can afford them, and the luxury of living in million dollar homes. The downside? All the pressure that comes with being part of such a community.
I've kind of had it up to here with my father's perpetual "have you found a rich guy today?" and my mother's serious quest to set me up with her friends' wealthy sons like she was THE Millionaire Matchmaker. I'm through with the day-to-day questions: "When are you going to start looking for a real job, because my forty-grand-a-year looks like it went to shit? What if you don't get into law school? What's your back up plan?"
I, for one, have always been reminded of my great potential, and have been pressured to follow in the Fairfield County footsteps. We, here, are all born and bred to become little rockstars in specialized fields: doctors, lawyers, successful PR gurus. Of course, I do have many friends who fit the bill: A herd of law students, a smattering of pre-med candidates, all well on their way to completing our very Connecticut image. But God forbid we graduate with a four-year college degree in communications and have to pick up the odd job here or there while we await our LSAT scores with baited breath (which, to be honest, our hearts aren't entirely into in the first place). My question is, what's with all the pressure to make it to the top? And so quickly? Sure, I expect great things of myself, but in. time.
The bottom line here is that we are all young enough to screw up twenty times, take a year or three to find our real loves and passions, and still have time left over to be successful. I am, at the end of the day, only a twenty-two year old punk who, despite my college graduation, still has a lot of personal graduating to do.
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