Dad,

I think I blame you for almost everything, and I'm not sure I'll want to talk to you once I'm financially independent. We never speak on the phone anyway, so I'm sure it will just happen naturally. I won't have to try.

And yes, I'm going to stay an Anthropology major. Fuck Management, Business, Sciences, Engineering, or Economics as majors. I love the social sciences, and I have faith that no matter what I end up doing, I will be more successful than your precious Sylvia. Afterall, she's going to become a Spanish teacher and make no money. Then, she will have kids and have less money. I think I will actually be happy (not that money determines happiness - I do believe I'll be happier than her). So fuck off and leave me alone. Stop talking to me about my future - I don't know yet! It hasn't happened, so stop talking about it. I'm going to start trying to focus on the present and enjoy what's happening now.

Go away.

Love,
Naomi