And you don’t even really want a family. Living alone and being able to indulge your every personal whim has spoiled you to the point you’re not even sure you could live with another person anymore. The upside to this is you’re able to sleep in as much as you want, sometimes until the afternoon. Sometimes until after the sun has started to set. And this sleep: this deep, deep world where you can escape from the real world is about the only thing you look forward to. And the thought of being awoken by kids or an alarm clock is terrifying. And your personal opinion on why you don’t have a career is because your sub-conscious is afraid of losing this sleep, even though your conscious is telling you that you should really look for a career. Blaming your sub-consciousness for your failures is really lame, but it’s a lot better than blaming the fact you dropped out of college to follow a band. Not even be in a band, but just follow one! And how at the time, you thought that all would just “work itself out” turned out to be a humongous fiction. A humongous fucking fiction! So there real world, you win! Take my soul. You win!