My college admissions essay was basically one long complaint. In it, I railed against people that never lived their lives, never challenged themselves, never pushed themselves, and never tried to find their own happiness. I believed that almost every adult I knew had settled for a sort of half-life. A life where the expectations of others and society added up until they were trapped in the suburbs with spouses they hated. Their trips to big box stores with overflowing shelves were then meant to serve as a counterpoint to their empty hearts and minds. I thought they were all phonies. I wasn’t going to be a phony.