maturity

Find a job they said, it’ll be fun they said.

Well, it is fun to have a job and have money you can spend. But other than that, I don’t really see what’s so fun about having a job. Like, let’s get real, most of us would probably choose not to work for the rest of our youth.

I would like to have a word with the person who introduced the term “being an adult” because let’s face it, I am 22 going on 23, I have a job, I’ve been living on my own since 2010, I know how to operate online banking functions and I go grocery shopping for myself on weekends. And if you think after all of that I would know what being an adult is, think again.

Like seriously, I don’t know what it means to be an adult. Does it mean going to the bank to settle stuff on your own? Or having a job? Having to pay monthly bills? I need help in defining the word adult. Does it mean being mature enough to handle catastrophes and be totally chilled about it?

I cannot with pressure. And stress. Or anything resembling those two terrors. I may seem dependable or whatever but underneath this calm exterior is really just a kid who doesn’t do well with responsibilities. Like seriously. I run. I always run. I run away from responsibilities faster than I inhale a regular sized pizza (Dear can testify for that last part).

I actually wanted to write more, but I suddenly ran out of things to say. So allow me to redirect you to this

conclusion is: