I wish I could go back to the time when my mom arranged my playdates for me. The days when the biggest problem I had was someone making fun of my large ginger afro. Actually, looking back, those were pretty awful days…why are people so mean to redheads? But, that’s beside the point and a rant for another day.

I’m almost 23, live with my parents and am unemployed. How the heck am I supposed to find friends (who aren’t spread out all over the country/world)? Seriously, though. 

Now, there are plenty of dating apps out there. But, as appealing as unwarranted sexual advances sound, I really just want/need a possy. Where’s that app, huh? To find a group I can shoot the shit, spill the beans and talk the talk with? To find some peeps to party hardy with and a gang that sticks together?

Basically, what I’m saying is that I want college again. I knew that I was having the best time of my life while I was in it, but I never dreamed it would suck this bad out in the real world. If you’re reading this and haven’t graduated yet, don’t do it, it’s a trap. Also, if you’re reading this and go to JMU, it’s a Thursday night…you already know what to do.

LIFEErika Hineman