Last summer I quit my job in order to walk the 2650 mile Pacific Crest Trail in its entirety. Along the way I took hundreds of videos and taught myself to play ukulele.
Listen up, people. You don’t have to quit your job and do some elaborate adventure to find yourself. And chix, after a boy breaks up with you, you don’t have to start going to church and finding Jesus again. Why is it that every girl whose high school or college boyfriend breaks up with them they either go realllllll slutty or pure as the fresh driven snow? Just be normal, people. This motherfucker quit his job to walk 2650 miles…and for what? To post a video on the Internet so everyone can see that he walked around a bunch? Want to really find yourself? Get a hobby. Do shit that you like. Nobody actually likes hiking 2650 miles. Nobody. So congrats to this guy, I’m glad he ate, pray, loved his way from Mexico to Cananda and took some pictures along the way. Now he’ll start a GoFundMe because he’s poor, has no job, and can’t assimilate with the rest of society because he’s an anti-social weirdo.
I feel generally I don’t care what people do with their lives but I hate when people think they have to make this grandiose statements by doing things like this. Like, good for you, you slept on a dirty sheet in the woods for a month, now come contribute something to society.