In my second year of college, I moved into an apartment with entitled asshole vegan social justice warriors (Exhibit A: they told me I was a racist because I didn’t go to some protest. However, when I had a black friend over, they were pissed that I didn’t tell them beforehand because they hadn’t locked their doors). Anyway, I spent the summer playing with my band, thinking that I could easily find a job come September.
I know my age is telling, but, what happened to developing relationships? Invest time, energy and emotion instead of buying instant gratification.