Lelaina: I was really gonna be something by the age of 23.
Troy: Honey, all you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself.
Lelaina: I don’t know who that is anymore.
Troy: Well, I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her.
Reality Bites 1994
I used to painfully identify with Winona Ryder’s character. Having graduated college and making these big dreams where I make a difference in the world while doing something that makes me feel complete and ecstatic about living. Only to be jobless while stuggling to hold on to my pride and subbornly refusing to get a “real” job that has me wasting away my imagination in a cubicle while drinking out of a coffee mug with a picture of a cat.
Lately though, I’m more of a Lelaina/Vickie hybrid. I mean, I did sell my soul to the same retail corporation (Gap) for a few quick bucks. I’ve never had an AIDs scare though, hey! things are looking up kid!. Anyways, turning 23 this month and not really feeling excited about it.
