Freaking Frenzy - "Tell me the story of us"

I graduated last summer, I was 24 years old then, and with all these great ideas in my head I moved to Berlin, because that’s what you do if you want to go somewhere as an artist, a scientist or a journalist or whatever you think you are (at least if you live somewhere in Europe this city will cross your path sooner or later). I started an internship and didn’t really think about anything and was happy to be out of school for the first time in my life. And then I started working, nine fucking hours a day, every day, ok I got the weekends off, but you get the picture and after three month I quit. I wasted the rest of my money, which was practically nothing, I didn’t really earn money as an intern and after that got little jobs to keep me afloat and drifted from couch to couch, to hostel, to home and eventually to couch again (couch can also mean a mattress on the floor). And everyone kept saying to me: Write applications, you have to find something, you can’t go on like that … and I knew they were right, but I couldn’t do the stuff they said either, I still don’t want to, I just want to go on living without being told what to do and …
“Shut up, stop whining and grow up!”
Yeah, grow up, funny. But here is the thing: I don’t want and don’t see a reason to. Why should I pretend to be all serious about life, when all I see is a sometimes sad sometimes funny joke? Show me the reason to grow up. So I can change the world? To do things that matter? To find that special person and get a family? I just don’t see it or better: It just feels ridiculous.
And then a friend of mine recommended “Frances Ha” to me with the words: “We are not alone.”