(where the hell is everybody?)
Have no kids.
Have no house.
Have no job.
Have no bills.
Have no money.
Have no-one to love.
I guarantee that your responsibilities will drift away! Facetiousness aside, what is it about turning 25,26,27,28,... that turns people into zombies (oh no, MORE zombies!) who only care & talk about house, car, money, etc.?
It must no be so, eurora! Evade! Sneak around your late twenties, camoflaged in the mental garb of youth; side-step the clutching zombies with their bills grasp tightly and escape into your thirties with a mind agile enough to flit above the trudge.
Or join a commune, and pretend.
FK |