Being an adult sucks! I miss the days when my biggest worry was finishing a drawing at the back of my notebook instead of actually paying attention in class. Those were the days, you know? When nothing really mattered and you didn’t have to care about bills, work, or being "responsible." Now, it’s like everything comes with a side of stress. I didn’t sign up for this. I just want to go back to being a kid who draws on notebooks instead of writing down school notes.
Now, I’ve got a job, a wife, and a plaace I rent, but half the time I feel like I’m faking it. Like, am I really supposed to be doing all this? It doesn’t feel like it sometimes. Adulting is not what I thought it would be. It’s like you’re expected to know everything, but I still feel lost most of the time. I miss when the hardest choice was picking which TV show to watch after school.
But, then I look at what I’ve done, and it’s kinda wild. I started an art and lit group, organized events, been interviewed by a university magazine, and even pulled off a few charity gigs. And even though I joke about it, I actually like my job. Moving out and living with my girlfriend (now wife) was a big deal for me. We got our own stuff, like induction cooker and ref, and started building our life together. That’s something.
I grew my hair long because I always wanted to, and then married the best woman I could ask for. She’s not only beautiful but has this heart that makes me feel lucky every day. My friends are also pretty awesome, the kind that stay with you through thick and thin. It makes all the boring adult stuff easier to deal with when you have people like that.
I also saved up for my own computer, and man, that was a proud moment. I even recorded a demo album just for fun because rapping is one of those things I’ve always enjoyed. I made a zine too, filled with my own artwork, and kicked off my own graphic design business. I guess, when I put it all together, I’ve done a lot more than I give myself credit for.
Yeah, I still miss being a kid, just playing and not worrying about all this stuff. But maybe that's part of growing up, figuring it out as you go. And honestly, if my 13-year-old self could see me now, he’d probably think I’m super cool.
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