As a kid, thoughts about the future unroll out in front of you like a giant buffet table with all of your favorite food, all warmly arranged out for you to pick and eat from.
The promise of your exciting life starts off strong and bright. You could literally do anything. The possibilities are endless. The sky is the limit. You go to school. You learn.
You succeed where others don't. You reach high school.
Something strange has happened here. Everyone is different now. Those friends whom you thought were close to you are now caricatures of what they once were.
You decide to cling more tightly to those dreams you had as a child. "I'm going to go to college", you tell yourself. Good for you. You're on your way.
You're not like Johnny who had more fun in high school, but ended up getting a girl pregnant. You're not like Mary who got into drugs, and ended up committing suicide.
You're on your way to becoming a successful person.
College hits. It's the year where you've expected everything to change, like it does in the movies. The geek finally tries his hand a wild party, and finally gets to make out with a girl.
The outcast finally is able to coexist with other people who think similarly to him. Things are going to change.
High school was nowhere near the best years of your life, like it was for so many other poor souls in your old town.
But the parties never happen. The make-out sessions with the pretty girls never happen. You can't join a fraternity because it takes too much time, and frankly, its a bit too expensive.
You begin to fall through the cracks. Everything's much harder here. Where you managed to sneak by in high school with minimal effort, you really have to buckle down here.
Your grades aren't as high as you'd like them to be. You're still kind of a loner that doesn't really fit anywhere. You have no idea where your life is going.
You thought you'd have all this shit figured out by then. That's what the movies told you. But you don't.
And as opportunities to grow pass you by while you sit daily at the mercy of your computer screen, you begin to grow bitter. You begin to compromise.
Those dreams you had as a child are long gone. They've morphed into something much more mediocre. "All I want is a house, car, and food. A wife and kids, maybe.
" Even *that* might be asking for too much. You know how bad the economy is right now.
So you just hang on, compromising as you go along, shrinking further and further into yourself until you become nothing but an insignificant speck. Oh well.