Ever seen the film Postgrad? No? Well, good. Don’t. Let me help you avoid the pain of watching this film by providing a short summary of it. Small Town Girl has Small Town Guy-Best-Friend who is madly in love with her and (surprise, surprise) the feelings ain’t mutual. They graduate. She goes off to make it in the big, wide world, pulls a Hottie in the process, then realises all she actually wanted was the Small Town Guy-Best-Friend all along.
Of course, don’t we all?
Anyway, as with all successful, American, cheese-fests this one came with its singular moment of intense, self-reflection (provided, of course, by the deep and meaningful musings of the Hottie). In the film they dragged this moment out but I’ll keep it short. Basically it went like this: it’s not what you do so much as who you do it with.
Now, it was not my intention to cheapen this piece of advice to a meagre sexual innuendo, and of course, in the film, they put it so much more eloquently than I ever will (mainly because I don’t really give a sh*t, not because I am any less eloquent than the cheese-barrens who wrote the film) but basically what they are trying to express is that it is the people you spend your life with that should matter, not the things you spend your life doing.
As my graduation fast approaches and the panic about “the future” sets in, the question on my lips is, ‘WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!’ This is a fair enough question. I believe the majority of us like to be safe in the knowledge that we won’t be signing-on in the next 3-4 months. However, this question has begun to haunt my every move and I end up thinking of nothing else. But, why is this? Why has society put such huge pressure on us, as students, to enter the world of work and responsibility the very moment we graduate, so much so that we lose track of everything else important to us?
I do not have the answer to this question (I know you were all hoping I would), although it probably has something to do with the archaic views of our Grandparent’s generation that still infiltrate society today. The phrases, ‘in the old days/when I was a lad/things have changed’ should be forbidden under the ‘No-one Cares’ Act of 2011 - it’s about time they all threw the towel in anyway, isn’t it*? Regardless of the reason that we are put under so much pressure, the fact of the matter is that this pressure clouds our vision and forces us to lose sight of something potentially more important.
And now here is my chance to get a singular moment of intense, self-reflection in.
The question we should all be asking is not ‘what’ but ‘who’. Who do I love and care about? Who do I want by my side for the good times and the bad times? Who will always be there to support me? Who will help steer me in the right direction?
What we all end up doing is a pressing matter, however, I feel that the Hottie had a point when he explained that what you do becomes less meaningful if you don’t have the right people around you when you are doing it. So, the moral of this story is (yes there is a moral), fret not about what you need to be doing in 3 months time but focus on the people you still want to have around in 3 years time. Don’t sacrifice your goals for others but take into consideration what and WHO makes you happy, and things should seem a lot rosier all round.
If, like me, graduation is imminent, I urge you to treasure the last few weeks with your close friends, spend time with those you may not see as often, and keep in mind that whilst you may not have a job, and you may feel a bit lost, there will always be people to pick you up and brush you off, ready for whatever comes along next.
Wow. The Hottie would be proud of me (if no-one else).
*I do not mean to cause offense to anyone with living grandparents. I commend them for staying with us for so long. Just so long as they never utter the phrase ‘kids these days’. Then there will be trouble.