Graduation Day. You can guess which one is YOU!

You're between twenty and thirty. You've graduated, or maybe just missed the mark and dropped out of, college. One way or another, you have enough education to know a bleak future when you see it.

Maybe you have a job. You don't like it. You're wondering why you should bother. The money is good, but you're craving something else, something intangible. Your co-workers are morons but one of them is promoted past you. Your superiors are even worse, wasting your talents toiling in tedium. You're gradually realizing you don't make decisions anymore, if you ever did.

Maybe you don't have a job. You wake up in the afternoon and eat cereal. You watch cartoons and think about writing a novel. You have strong political opinions but you know you'll forget to vote. You could go back to college and put off your future. You could give up and get a job. Or you could just sit in solitude sampling sweet, sweet alcohol. Oh yeah.

Your friends are scattered all over the country, and all the half-baked roadtrip plans are growing more and more unlikely. Some of them are settling down and it's making you feel nervous and old.

Maybe you still live with your parents, slowly going mad as they nag you. Perhaps you live with roommates who get on your nerves. You might live alone, dreaming about cheerleaders or the men from ads for gym equipment. Sometimes you just sit there in the dark.

If any of this applies to you at all, you're living with Post-Collegiate Malaise.

Post-Collegiate Malaise is not necessarily a disease. PCM (the magazine) is an experiment dedicated to uncovering the nuances of PCM (the condition). Our goals? We wish at the very least to accommodate the transition between college (in which you do have to think) and real life (in which you don't). We wish to carry forth an intellectual mode of thinking in a non-academic milieu for as long as possible before our spirits are crushed by the dominating establishment. We wish to objectify the ideals and dreams we've been handed and ask ourselves whether we really want or need to pursue them. We wish to discover whether PCM is a problem, a solution, the basest of living or the pinnacle of human potential.

This cannot be accomplished without our readers. As PCM brings forth opinions on a range of subjects, we wish to encourage and introduce new writers and provoke discussions of all the matters contained in PCM's articles.

Slackers of the world, unite!