I made this joke once, to an easily amused friend who hadn't gotten out much, where I acted out my realization when I took a semester off after high school,
"umm...aren't I supposed to be doing something right now? oh yeah! College!"
She found it hilarious, which says better things about her morals and upbringing than mine does.
(HA!)
BUT, this is no joke, okay it's sorta kinda like wtf is going on funny. I just cleaned out my desk of papers to "file". aka: no organized. I have been doing a really good job overhauling the condo this weekend, though! redecorating, hanging new pictures and entertaining my birds by moving their cages to new places.
OBVIOUSLY
I forgot how to "adult". Which is a phrase I a have favorited from the internet regarding anything and everything related to responsibility.
I can love someone unconditionally, I can be compassionate as a saint, I can achieve sky-high goals....but, like I've mentioned on this and other blogs probably, I've apparently failed at doing this adult type shit.
My only "excuse" for this cluster fuck, is that is I just recently got married, was illegally fired from a job, had many consultations with multiple lawyers and the state, and received brand new health insurance, twice! all this in less than a year!
Not a bajillion dollars to show- but, BUT I've got Our Lady Guadalupe praying over my unfiled, unorganized, and overflowing paperwork. I used to have a file drawer full of sections devoted to multiple successful careers, college degrees, and of course many different categories of hoarded ephemera pieces for my...umm.."crafting".
You, yes you reader, know that you've been here, in this type of situation, and can relate. If not, than I bow down to your unicorn saintly-hood.
here's the fire hazard:
"umm...aren't I supposed to be doing something right now? oh yeah! College!"
She found it hilarious, which says better things about her morals and upbringing than mine does.
(HA!)
BUT, this is no joke, okay it's sorta kinda like wtf is going on funny. I just cleaned out my desk of papers to "file". aka: no organized. I have been doing a really good job overhauling the condo this weekend, though! redecorating, hanging new pictures and entertaining my birds by moving their cages to new places.
OBVIOUSLY
I forgot how to "adult". Which is a phrase I a have favorited from the internet regarding anything and everything related to responsibility.
I can love someone unconditionally, I can be compassionate as a saint, I can achieve sky-high goals....but, like I've mentioned on this and other blogs probably, I've apparently failed at doing this adult type shit.
My only "excuse" for this cluster fuck, is that is I just recently got married, was illegally fired from a job, had many consultations with multiple lawyers and the state, and received brand new health insurance, twice! all this in less than a year!
Not a bajillion dollars to show- but, BUT I've got Our Lady Guadalupe praying over my unfiled, unorganized, and overflowing paperwork. I used to have a file drawer full of sections devoted to multiple successful careers, college degrees, and of course many different categories of hoarded ephemera pieces for my...umm.."crafting".
You, yes you reader, know that you've been here, in this type of situation, and can relate. If not, than I bow down to your unicorn saintly-hood.
here's the fire hazard:
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