The rest of your life

So. University is over; a decade and a half of study that has formed the backbone to my life has come to an end. The last time I was not in full-time education I was 5. Being 21 now, I daresay my previous experience will be of little help now.
A useful period of one's life - not left without some gain (a First Class BA in Music, thankyouverymuch) - but always looked down upon as Not the Real World; presumably by those who are in the Real World, who mostly seem a tad dull to my unreal self.
No matter whether walking in the mountains or studying the fabulously intricate depths of music, I have been often asked when I will get a Real Job. And though at the time I smile vaguely and change the subject, one cannot help but think, what is Unreal about this? About spending the majority of one's life involved in things one loves? Is that not what I should want?
So, actually, the answer is never. I will never get a Real Job as long as Real means boring, safe, 9-to-5 in an office, spending all your time earning money in order to have fun on your two weeks holiday a year.
I'd rather be too broke to afford a holiday but too happy in what I do to need one.