You sick, lonely, unmotivated waste of space. Get out of the house and dream, create and build, pick it up off the street and make something with it. Screw the HMA's, store the flammables under your bed, drill a hole, make some noise. Befriend the homeless, the kid that doesn't fit into your ideal of what is right and wrong. Open your eyes and see what you can learn from everyone.
Waste of space mothers with strollers, beachside kalisthenics while their husbands are working, Starbucks chat session, give it up and do something real, tangible, dirty. Oh wait, the nanny's here.
CREATE DON'T CONSUME... Just let the urgency of youth fade and acquiesce into adulthood