Growing up is hard, because suddenly there is a lot you have to deal with. Kids really don't know what they have going for them, can't blame them though, I was a kid once, I didn't appreciate nor did I enjoy it. I had no gratitude for the little I had, in fact, I was bratty and spoilt, and no manner of parental discipline could change me.
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I took pride in defying orders and going against greater power, the lack of solid consequences failed to instill order in my otherwise chaotic manner of living.
Look, that isn't the main thing right now, I'm drifting. The point is, being an adult is the greatest pain in existence! Bills, responsibilities, expectations, dreams clashing against the brutality of reality... It really is a lot to deal with, leaves you questioning what even is the point of existence. What's a young girl to do to earn a living? Sometimes I fail to believe I am working three jobs, yet I'm just managing to getting by.
Right after highschool, life hit hard. My parents were not exactly financially buoyant so I had to run a few jobs to start paying my own bills. I felt fulfilled, I had achieved my long sought independence all thanks to my persistence and unwavering zeal in being the greatest blight roaming the surface of the earth.
They managed to get me a job as a store clerk, I blew it in the first week. That's how quickly I got fired, or perhaps I should say that just how long they could tolerate me. I was insolent, disrespectful to the customers, came to work way after opening hours. In summary, I effortlessly won the worst employee of the week, I didn't even make to a month. If my parents knew what disappointment and pain was before, if they thought they knew how low I could go, I reiterated it for them all over again.
My second job came in two weeks after I blew the first one, I was living the life during this two weeks. Sleeping all day, gaming through the night, stuffing myself with as much junk food as my body could take. I really was living the life.
Anyway, I begun my second job as the secretary of a therapist, and she was nice; the only person who ever sat me down and talked with me. She tried so hard to understand me, to know why I was so adamant about being different from every other growing child. It was this moment that would be my make or break moment, this is when I begun living the true adult life. Every discussion we had left jarring impacts on her, my views on life and everything else was extreme. I got fired, again.
My parents at this point where done with me, they sent me a few thousand and said in the most disappointed tone I had ever heard them use, "you are an adult now, however you live your life from here on out is up to you. Good luck Micah, stay safe," I haven't heard from them since. Turns out the therapist was a family friend my family was hoping could change me, she failed, and I lost my last chance at a proper life. For a year, I hopped from one odd job to another, but living is a lot more harder than it sounds. The cost of daily necessities is plain crazy.
Without a proper CV, it's hard to get a job in a proper company, not to mention the lack of a degree, after all, I couldn't and haven't still made it into college, am more focused on getting my daily bread. At least my parents left me a crib before they signed out of my house, and just recently did I gain the enlightenment of renting out the garage, effectively earning myself a measley monthly income. But honestly, it isn't nearly enough, thus I work part-time at 3 different warehouses, plus my own little business I've got going on. Finances are the building blocks of any proper adult, and though my little soliloquy may look like a broad view on my bad decisions on life, it isn't, it's a little take about how much proper financial decisions can shape the life of an adult.
After all, if I was living with a lot more dignity than I am at present, I wouldn't without doubt be looking back at the foolishness of my wasted youth, but since I am not, I find myself hoping for cash daily whilst I wonder if things would have been different was I a lot wiser than I was in the past. Adult life is no joke, it's centered on making not just money but a life.