LINK: forewarned
Currently listening to: You’re On Your Own, Kid – Taylor Swift
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I called a taxi to take me there
I search the party of better bodies
Just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare
You’re on your own, kid
You always have been
What is something about adulthood you wish you were warned about?
Prompt snagged from: TCMC
If I could go back in time, I’d warn my younger self that adulthood isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. As a kid, all I wanted was to grow up because adults could do whatever they wanted. Freedom. No curfews, no homework, no parents telling me to clean my room. Life, I thought was going to be pure bliss.
That illusion didn’t last long. My first taste of adulthood came at 15 when I got my first job. I remember getting my first paycheck and feeling rich until I realized taxes were a thing. Half of my paycheck vanished before I could even blink. Then came the overdraft fee because apparently my “treat yoself” Taco Bell runs with friends were not in the budget. Damn you, Taco Bell and your supreme tacos. *shakes fist*
No one warned me that being an adult is basically doing chores forever. It’s a never-ending loop: laundry, groceries, dishes, cooking, cleaning, buying more toilet paper, repeat. I remember when weekends used to be fun. Now they’re just “catch up on everything I didn’t do over the week” days.
Outside of work, half of the time I have no idea WTF I’m doing. I thought turning 18 (21 at the latest) meant that I’d suddenly have it all figured out—career, confidence, and direction.
Instead:
- my insecurities worsened
- heartbreaks hit harder
- losing people hurt more
- friendships fade
- it’s harder to connect with others
- work burns me out
- insomnia occurs at the worst moments
- my metabolism has turned on me
- I’ve become more introverted
- I’m never satisfied
There’s no blueprint for adulthood. I just improvise and hope I’m not completely fucking up. I’m out here winging it, acting like I have it all together and trying to do my best. That’s gotta count for something.
Le sigh. At least I can stay up as late as I want now. I just… don’t want to. Because I have work in the morning.
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