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(This is a rehash of a conversation Kristin and I had earlier)

It seems like my whole life I have heard “grow up”, “be responsible”, “get a job”, “support yourself”. Well, I am newly 21, I am in a house, I have a salary job, and appear from the outside to be established. Back to this in a minute…

I like to be open-minded. I enjoy taking opportunities that lead me to experiences that I might not otherwise have. There is very little that I wouldn’t sample once. I like almost every nationality of foods, arts, and music. (Yes John, even sometimes the funeral music you play is enticing to hear).

This week has been a case study of something new for me: I work 40 hours in the week and have no time or energy to spend with friends. Then the weekend is filled with the tasks that I “need” to get done. (Basically everything outside of work). I am at a point in my life where I am forced to pick and I am accustomed to having both. It is different and unsetteling. I feel like my stories are dying off. I start everything now with “One time I…” instead of having current events.

So I guess this message is a rambling message to young folk. Don’t listen to those nagging adults about being responsible, and growing up. Do stupid things, have fun. When you take on huge tasks, sometimes responsibilities can be a cage.

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3 thoughts on “113012724831675313

  1. Life does have a funny way of sneaking up doesn’t it. Working the closing shift is a really good way to make it worse too. No one wants to do things in the mornings. It is fun to try and cram some part of a family, social, and non work life into two days though isn’t it?

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  2. It’s only a cage if you view it as such. Responsibilities can get overwhelming, but you can also focus on the reasons you have those duties, which are ultimately very wonderful things, such as a promotion at work due to past achivements, or a lifetime relationship that is taking roots to a awesome future. Also, stories never die. They merely change. All mine now consist of “William and I were doing *insert rest of story*”. But they are still just as funny, sometimes just as dumb, just as worthy as the random childish things you used to do. *ahem* Anyway, didn’t mean to go off on a tangent. Hope things are good over there 🙂

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  3. I agree with you here man, but you already know that. And stories do die – the stupid isht we used to do in high school and early college (before the ladies came along) is long gone. Sure, we now get to talk about what we have done with Kristin or Anna, but it’s not the same… just because you don’t miss the life you had before you and William got together doesn’t mean it isn’t dead. It’s a chapter in your life that is closed, sure. Just happens to be a chapter Ben and I miss sometimes. =P I also think we realize why we do the things we do, but that doesn’t make them any less monotonous. Sometimes you go to sleep and curse the fact that you have to work in the morning, where as when you were young, the most you had to worry about was making it to school on time. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to wake up and go, because you have to, or everything you’ve worked so hard for up to this point will be lost if you don’t. That’s the point – responsibility, at times, can be a real bitch. The old addage goes, “Can’t wait to grow up; now I am and I want to be young again.” Addages and stereotypes and cliches exist for a reason – because most of the time they prove true. When I get to feeling this way, I just think to myself, “Maybe next weekend,” or “Maybe next year,” or whatever is appropriate for the situation. This can be dangerous, because as my Dad has pointed out, one day you may be 40 years old, waking up and saying the same isht.

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