I've decided recently that my existence isn't ridiculous enough. Like many recent college grads, I've found myself in a boring job that I only took because it was the first one to come along. A little part of my soul shrivels up in agony every time I have to utter the words, "I work at an insurance company." That shouldn't be allowed in the life of a twenty-two year old. Especially for one who chose her major and minor in college deliberately so as to avoid real life for as long as possible. So this will be my chronicle of my attempt to outrun it.