The funny thing is that as I write this, I lose minutes of sleep in rebellion to waking up on time for work. I'll [try to] make this short.
Oh NO, I am NOT ready to be an adult.
Day one of training and I already don't like leaving for work early, doing the 8-hour shift and coming home drained only to realize I have only a few hours left to spare before I have to go to bed and repeat the cycle all over again.
Oh NO, I am NOT ready for marriage.
I'm not ready to completely think of the welfare of someone else. I'm just starting to learn what it means to be "selfish" and "think for myself" and I'm liking it. I'm definitely not ready to settle. I like having the freedom to move around.
Oh FUCK NO, I am NOT ready to have kids.
I'm not ready to take care of someone else because I can barely take care of myself!
Maybe all these protests in the form of "oh no, i am not ready..." are emerging because life is coming at me fast. You know, real life/the real world and it's getting to those around me too. It's scary.
[I know that these protests of mine come off as immature, but a few years ago, starting all of the above didn't seem like a bad idea. It's just interesting how as I go through college and reflect on my previous mentalities and see how others have to grasp the reality around them that this "Plan B" is a lot more difficult that it seemed. It's more than just sacrifices for the other and quickly maturing--it's skipping out on the one time it's okay to be selfish and irresponsible.]
But that's just me.
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