Being an adult sucks, and I think I’ve figured out why.
One, you have to make decisions. I don’t like doing that. In fact, is there anyone in your life, whom you like, who likes making decisions? I doubt it. People who make decisions are responsible adults, people who LIKE making decisions are assholes.
B, you have to do things you don’t want to do. And there are a ton of things I don’t want to do. I don’t want to go to the DMV. I don’t want to clean up after myself. I don’t want to help you move. I don’t want to call the furnace guy (well, I actually don’t want to call anyone, ever). I don’t want to have to exercise (notice I didn’t say “I don’t want to exercise”. I said “I don’t want to HAVE to exercise. There’s a difference, and that’s what makes being an adult stupid).
3rd, you can’t whine about the first two. I would very much like to whine about doing those things, but that’s what a child does. I’m not a child, I’m a grown-up, so I can’t whine about any of the stupid stuff that being a stupid adult means I “have to do”.
And this isn’t me whining. I’m being “philosophical”. Because I’m an adult.
I’ve decided to write and exercise more this year. And because I decided to do something now I have to do it. So now I’ve both decided something and am doing something. That fulfills two of the three checkboxes on my adult card. I suppose I’ll have to check the third now.
Dammit.
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