Adulting

Sometimes I get feeling all down on myself because I'm 19 and still living at home with my parents. Granted, I have a job and a bank account and am going to school, but I still feel like I ought to be more. I ought to be paying my own rent and car insurance and buying a more significant portion of my groceries. I start feeling like I'm immature and incapable and generally a very lazy, unaccomplished person. And then I visit my old high school.
In the past year since I graduated I have grown up a LOT. I never realize how much until I'm hanging out with a bunch of pre-graduates. I have noticed that kids never actually speak to each other, but rather yell at each other. And while they're yelling, everyone around them is yelling to, and they're all complaining about how noisy is it, and they then proceed to criticize the people around them for being so immature. And it gets louder and louder until the walls are vibrating and windows are breaking, and they just yell louder over the noise of the world crumbling around them and their yelling.
The best part about high schoolers, though, is how bloody self centered they are. I mean, as a general rule humans are pretty narcissistic and self involved, but high schoolers seem to have selected this one trait of humanity (as opposed to, you know, decency or kindness or, you know, humanity) is this idea that existence revolves around our very selves. They all seem to think that they are the pinnacle of maturity and wit. They're in for a surprise once they graduate I guess..
ANYWAYS. Adulting.
Adulting is basically just trying really really hard to do something, and then failing. And then trying again. It's a futile existence: Work, spend money, work, spend money... I truly don't understand why I was so ready to reach it. I don't see what all the fuss is about. Adulting is poo.
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