Stagnant and growing roots

WHERRE AND WHEN AM I GOING TO MOVE?
WHEN?
I thought after graduation everything would just fall into place.
All that fell and is falling now is my hope for success or bare minimum.
If I hear one more time: What are you going to do after your grad? I WILL UNLEASH A WHOLE WORLD OF EVIL MONKEYS ON YOU!


I am going to sit and wait and sit and wail some more. Also, WHERE ARE ALL THE MEN?
I'm disgusted and need a shower. Life is like my postcolonial course. It's illogical, derivative and contradictory.