the simple fact of the matter is that we are all tools. we want to wear conservative, nonthreatening yet stylish suits, we want to carry around manila briefs, we want to argue endlessly over loop holes, contracts, and precedent. we want to hold our fists high in a court room and shout that "this is a moral outrage!"- whatever the "this" might be, we don't really care. yes, we even want plastic ferns, we want stacks of officious law books looming behind our desks. despite these ubiquitous wants, there will always be the someone who stands inconspicuous and routine amongst the group; the one person who is secretly dissatisfied with what he has become, who will point a confident finger and scream "i am not like everyone else!" but his rebellion is empty, it does not defy, it only solidifies his place amognst the order - yes, we are all tools.
and so what, at least we're going to be paid well for our tool-dom. captain johnny q highschool cool guy quarterback can pump my f-ing gas.
off topic but someone mentioned that "there is more to life than getting tail". i'm sorry, my kind ignoramus, but you clearly are not a bio major. whether male or female, getting tail, ultimately speaking, is our only purpose here. if we do not procreate, if we don't spread our seed, so to speak, then we are genetic failures, darwinian hiccups doomed to let our ever important lines die. the sexual monster that is you, the reptilian beast that lurks beneath your happy gilmore girl derived thoughts, is there - it's real, and you cannot deny it.
that being said, i'm going to law school so i can get girls, you know, impress them with my hoity toity brief case - amaze them with my control on the bankruptcy code, "get them wet" with my condor beveled custom water marked paper . we can all dream.