It doesn’t matter if you wear khakis. It doesn’t matter if you are a dentist. It doesn’t matter if you don’t seem to actually get along with your friends. It doesn’t matter if you’re entering a marriage with which you will apparently be sexually dissatisfied. It doesn’t matter if you don’t seem to know what you actually want in life.
It doesn’t matter if, over the course of your entire life, you compromise your values every single time you face a decision of any importance…
… as long as you remember that when you get wasted, there is a monster inside of you. That’s right: conform. It’s okay. You could be a rebel if you wanted, but it’s only when you’re with your wolf pack that it’s necessary to prove yourself.
There are going to be a lot of troubled bros in America.
