I don’t know about you, but no one told me when I was a kid just quite how much being an adult would suck. It was always sold to me as being an exciting thing; something to look forward to. “Being an adult is great!” They would say. “You can be free and do whatever you want!” They repeated. Oh what lies they told me. I thought I might share with you a few of the things that make being an adult a bit rubbish.
1 – Jobs
You have to get a job to get money. No one ever explained that to me. I thought I could “be free and do what I wanted.” No. You have to get a job, sometimes lots of jobs to get money. You have to take the shit jobs, selling credit cards, working in a factory, or a local supermarket to get money. You might be one of the very few people lucky enough to find a job that they like, but this is as rare as a nun in Magaluf. You will probably flit from job to job in the endless hope of finding something you like, only to be disappointed with each new venture, dragging yourself to each pay day. (more…)
When I was a kid I wanted to be C.J. Parker. You know, Pamela Anderson’s character in Baywatch. I was twelve years old and the only reason I can think of is because she got to spend all day on the beach, and she got to hang around with Hobie, who I had a bit of a crush on.
I also wanted to be Jet from Gladiators because she was a beast on those hanging rings!
I wanted to be Kelly Kapowski because Zack Morris (more…)
Not for everyone, mind you. Some people live extraordinary lives. Jetting off all over the world, exploring far flung places, discovering or inventing something outstanding, selflessly helping others, participating in exhilarating activities. For some, the love and warmth of family life prevents their leaves from becoming a pile of sogginess. That is just as admirable, if not more so! They have so little yet so much in their loving circle. Watching their children sleep and receiving that unconditional love from their brood. Being thankful for what they have and appreciating that even though their four year old insists that he didn’t pour the whole bottle of expensive body lotion down the toilet, their frustration will be short lived, and always replaced with a warm heart. They fret over their child being able to write her name before she starts school and lose sleep over the thought they might not be asked to help build a Lego rocket with the others. They are overcome with pride when their child gets top marks for spelling, or only fumbles their lines in the nativity once. Their Twitter, Facebook and Instagram feeds are full of proud moments in their family lives. They build their future around helping their offspring to be the best that they can possibly be. They plan family holidays and talk of saving for university. They have a future as a family, and one day will look forward to becoming Grandparents and going through the same, though to a slightly lesser extent, all over again. (more…)