What happened to the times when you’d have turkey dinosaurs and smiley faces for dinner, had to be in when the street lights turned on and the only way you could see if your friend’s home was to walk round there? I remember being the girl that would’ve rather had muddy wellies and play football than go shopping and keep up to date with the latest fashion.
When you’re young you think that life will be like the movies; you’ll grow up, fall in love and have the big house and family. I liked to believe that, I liked the days when I was naive and it was okay to say stupid sh*t because I was young and didn’t know any different. The days when you’d have a panda pop from the market and be happy about it instead of now sighing when the bartender says “is Pepsi okay?” when you ask for Coke.
I believe you become an adult the moment you start doing things you really don’t want to do. Why on earth would I want to work full time for a mediocre wage? Oh yeah, that’s right, to pay for the things I don’t particularly want to pay for. I don’t want to pay for my phone bill, but I gotta. I don’t want to pay for my xBox Live, but I gotta.
Working full time is the biggest inconvenience I’ve ever known in my life – I already look forward to retirement. I don’t like to wake up at 8am, slap on a face full of fake smiles and deal with clients that couldn’t give a f*ck about what advice you give them. What I’d rather be doing is waking up at 10am, sit on a yacht for hours sipping some cocktails (or should I say mocktails!).
As much as I would never go back to school, and would much rather be an adult paying bills, it doesn’t mean I want to have to do that. I think I speak on behalf of everyone that works a 9-5 office job when I say I’d rather win the lottery. School was a disgusting time of life that I would rather not delve into, but it was a lot easier than worrying about money or if there’s enough milk for my cup of tea in the morning.
I’m 19, so I still have a lot to experience yet, but we all like a moan from time to time.
The older I get, the more and more I understand Britney’s breakdown all them years ago. Thank f*ck it’s Friday, that’s all I can say.
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