I sit down with unbridled enthusiasm to start my diary. The first step to finding my passion in life and living it! Most of my friends’ careers are so boring, so parochial—so pointless. Medicine, law, finance, teaching. Pshaw, I’d rather have no job at all than any of those duds.

Has it been over three weeks since the last time I sat down to this journal? I need to get on the ball. Graduation is almost here. I decide to stay on campus while everyone else goes to Destin for “Beach Week.” I am the only senior here besides the Malaysians. They don't include me in their late night billiards gatherings, but it's for the best. Instead of enjoying my hobbies I need to find a career that involves them all. There’s a panel at the Career Center to help job-less seniors. I don’t go. I decide to look for answers in Nietzsche ‘s philosophy instead.

Finding my life’s purpose by graduation was a stupid idea. You can’t rush these things. Also, Nietzsche was the wrong choice. Thus spoke Zarathustra? Thus spoke me, and I say that was some boring shit. Most of my friends are looking for their own apartments now—they can afford them with their signing bonuses. But you think I envy them? Nope. Soon enough they’ll be envying me. Living at home is the optimal environment for finding one’s passion in life. Plus, all my favorite shows are already set on the Tivo.