I thought you said, "the struggle was real," too, my friend.
My summer has been exactly how I anticipated it to be. I have spent the past few weeks binge-watching "One Tree Hill" on Netflix from the comfort of my childhood bed. I have munched on microwave popcorn and caught up with my high school friends. I work countless hours at my summer job, hoping to save up scraps of money so I can maybe, just maybe, go on a weekend vacation to somewhere within driving distance. I simply assumed that all of us "broke college kids" were in the same boat.
However, I have received the shock of my life. It appears that every time I casually peruse through Instagram or Facebook, Sharon is on a safari in Namibia, or Anthony is having a blast on (what we agreed was) an overpriced study abroad program in Spain. I vividly remember Karen telling me how boring her summer would be a month ago, but why did I just double-tap the picture of her relaxing week on a Mediterranean cruise??
I feel betrayed.
I thought we were all in this together. I assumed we were all in desperate need of jobs this summer. I figured that all of my college friends would tweet depressing recaps of how lame their summer was.
To the "pals" traveling to Hawaii or hiking through the Rocky Mountains: I am appalled. Maybe I'm just blind. Perhaps money appears into thin air, and I'm not aware enough to catch it. The betrayal that I feel is something I can forgive, but I can never forget.
Sharon, take another selfie with a giraffe in Africa. Anthony, the video featuring you running with the bulls was incredibly amusing. Oh, dear Karen, your bikini was SO cute against the Croatian beaches. I love how Instagram has been poppin' lately!!
When FAFSA leaves a voicemail on your phone informing you that they, too, know the truth, don't blame me. I'm just sitting on my couch in my underwear watching a marathon of "Chopped."