Maybe in America but then again, even with those things, nobody is really happy.
I like to think of my country as this gigantic cocktease, or like the biggest television show in the universe. And you're not any of the main characters. You're just an extra.
This show, it lures you with this idea that you can have a nice four wheel drive, sleek chrome paint, twinturbo v8 engine, a nice house in the suburbs, or a sleek pad in the middle of the city in some cool borough with lots of niche botiques and bars and cafés.
It promises you the best and brightest minds to raise you and teach you all the fundamentals of the universe, or at least what is known of it, in the hopes you yourself may be one of the best and brightest.
It promises to grant you a fulfilling well paying career, with a raise every year, a union to back your ass up, the promise of retirement, a woman with a slim, large breasted, generously proportioned ass, or a devilishly handsome, slightly tanned, denim jacket wearing hairy guy. It's all yours for the taking. All you gotta do is sign this form right here. That’s right buddy, sign that contract. It's all you gotta do.
Then you sign the damn contract.
And that's when the credit card bills come in. That's when they slap you with the eviction notice. That's when they slap you with the rejections (if you're "lucky" to get them), and that's when they slap you with your tuition. Doesn't matter if you went STEM, doesn't matter whether you picked a "meme" degree like Sociology, because you learn quickly that what REALLY matters is your connections, and not the worth of your character, but the numbers in your bank account.