tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684108857843008721.post5299162905723248703..comments2023-05-26T08:39:08.544-07:00Comments on Single, Broke and 25: Oh, the agony of being a 20-something...JohnDylangerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11845607389328332166noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684108857843008721.post-76276487445428787722009-09-26T12:47:41.889-07:002009-09-26T12:47:41.889-07:00shit you're right.shit you're right.gamgeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09291877802088377402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684108857843008721.post-41095777852873883682009-09-26T06:11:32.067-07:002009-09-26T06:11:32.067-07:00Whenever I am in Paris, visiting touristy spots, I...Whenever I am in Paris, visiting touristy spots, I am hyper-aware of Americans. English-speakers in general, but Americans especially. This has made me realize something. The majority of Americans I encounter are relatively old. Often times huffing and puffing their fat selves up and down stairs, canes in tow, orthopedic shoes squeaking on the marble steps. <br />Why?<br />Why have they waited until now to come see these places they have mostly likely dreamt of for years? <br />Because. When you're young and have the energy and health to really enjoy it, you are expected to expend that energy studying to get a good job, so you can work in that good job, and make lots of money to save. Save for what? For trips to Paris in your seventies?<br /><br />Enjoy your road trip. That's what life is really about.Emily Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512065771995511683noreply@blogger.com