Post Grad: yup, that's about it.

For the past few months, I've been having an existential crisis. Being a graduate of the country's premiere state university is crazy enough, but having a lifetime of ideals and dreams and promise of greatness is another story.

Well, life is pretty simple when you are eight. You go to school, thinking that by learning how to multiply irregular fractions, you would have power enough to get through life. That proper spelling and grammar would be the key to landing the perfect job that will feed your perfect family. That understanding the life cycle of a butterfly means happiness and contentment in your entire adult life.

Then you reach twenty. You are a recent college graduate, unemployed, and living under your parents' roof. Your sanity is under the mercy of your mother's constant nagging, your self-worth is daunted by your father's unspoken yet even deadlier expectations, and your self-respect is melting away with your younger sibling's opinion of what you do. You have planned the next five years of your life perfectly when you made the choice of what to major in, but suddenly, things are not going as you have expected. Suddenly, that college degree is no match to what you have before you - life.

Post Grad was dead on. You oversell yourself to compensate for your lack of job experience (suddenly innovative was visionary, active was driven, and outgoing was enthusiastic). You detest the fact that everyone was already moving on with their lives, doing something productive and admirable and definite, while you are left behind. Suddenly, you are not so unique and brilliant anymore, everybody else is, too.

Well, the movie was not of any help to my existential crisis, as (spoiler alert) its concept of a happy ending was to quit the job of your dreams to move to a new city with your boyfriend. I think the ending was a delusional hopefulness, something I could never employ in my life for I live in a country bearing disappointments such as an education system that is crumbling down by the hour, a job market that gags you with call center agent positions, and a government already too rotten to expect anything from, to name a few.

But then again, life throws in an occasional ray of sunshine in its constant field of storms. And that would be my next story.