Last year as a child
Nope, I'm not turning 18, nor 21. I'm turning 30 next year.
I know, big number, and probably not what you expected when you read the title, but hear me out: I won´t be just a "young" anymore, I'll be a young adult. And that's the issue.
Why?
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Because I don't know how to adult, I mean, look at people my age! a fair amount of them are married, living alone or with their SO, work, and pop kids like balloons! ... ok, not so much popping, but some of my closest friends already have a traditional nuclear family. But truth to be told, that's a lame excuse to be scared shitless about my own future, 'cause I don't want most of that: A marriage? no; a SO? not really, I'm not desperate yet; kids? heeeEEEEeeeEEEeell NO, nu-uh, the only thing that can change my mind about that is time, like years of it, maybe a couple decades, but right now? I don't feel like it.
I'm a responsible young that won't raise a tiny human until I'm absolutely convinced that that little shit will be loved and supported for life. Until then, I'm sticking to take care of myself and my pets, and maybe a plant too.
So, you must be wondering why WHY I'm scared if you haven't already closed the tab. And I appreciate your concern. It's because this is also my last year as an student, and ... and... I lost the idea. But you get it, right? Why the unknown-mighty-full of possibilities future can be scary... but it's a good kind of scary, you don't know what can happen unless you give it a chance.
Oh, and did I told you I still live with my folks? 'cause I live with my folks. Luckily for me, it's not something frowned upon here, and they're kind of cool (lame puns included), and I'm content.
What I was trying to say is: This is my last year as a child, and I'll use it to arm myself and be an undercover child for as long as I can. So,
So far, so good.
I know, big number, and probably not what you expected when you read the title, but hear me out: I won´t be just a "young" anymore, I'll be a young adult. And that's the issue.
Why?
...
Because I don't know how to adult, I mean, look at people my age! a fair amount of them are married, living alone or with their SO, work, and pop kids like balloons! ... ok, not so much popping, but some of my closest friends already have a traditional nuclear family. But truth to be told, that's a lame excuse to be scared shitless about my own future, 'cause I don't want most of that: A marriage? no; a SO? not really, I'm not desperate yet; kids? heeeEEEEeeeEEEeell NO, nu-uh, the only thing that can change my mind about that is time, like years of it, maybe a couple decades, but right now? I don't feel like it.
I'm a responsible young that won't raise a tiny human until I'm absolutely convinced that that little shit will be loved and supported for life. Until then, I'm sticking to take care of myself and my pets, and maybe a plant too.
So, you must be wondering why WHY I'm scared if you haven't already closed the tab. And I appreciate your concern. It's because this is also my last year as an student, and ... and... I lost the idea. But you get it, right? Why the unknown-mighty-full of possibilities future can be scary... but it's a good kind of scary, you don't know what can happen unless you give it a chance.
Oh, and did I told you I still live with my folks? 'cause I live with my folks. Luckily for me, it's not something frowned upon here, and they're kind of cool (lame puns included), and I'm content.
What I was trying to say is: This is my last year as a child, and I'll use it to arm myself and be an undercover child for as long as I can. So,
So far, so good.
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