You're Doing the Best You Can
by Heather Morris
But you still wonder, what else is out there?
So you put on your headphones, and listen.
In the universe where Cold War Kids is your favorite band it turns out that you never fled the city. You go to shows where you can stand alone in a sea full of strangers, and drink whisky to show how cool and edgy and different you are. Grad school didn't destroy every ounce of your self-worth, or if it did, you were strong enough to claw your way back. You overlook your own obsolescence and make eighty thousand dollars a year. You ignore the heart palpitations, the headaches, the phone calls from your parents, the warning signs, the hangovers, the loneliness, the fear.