Being a grown up

So I've come to the conclusion that being an adult sucks.... Kinda.
The constant worry of money and bills and taxes and keeping up with friends and work and more bills, it's ridiculous. Looking back now I can say I definitely took being a kid as an advantage but I wish I took more advantage of that time if that makes sense? 
Y'know, instead of sitting inside playing Lara Croft or The Sims on my PS2 locked away in my bedroom I could have gone outside and explored more, but I guess we can't dwell on the past now can we? What's the point? You can't change the past, so we might as well work on making the future better for us, and everyone around us. 

Talking about the future now for a second, it's scary to think I'm now 'officially' and adult. Where did twenty one years of my life go? It only seems like yesterday I was turning eighteen, literally. Now I'm (somewhat) working full time and supposedly doing adult stuff... If sitting in your bedroom in the dark until 3am playing The Sims 3 counts as productive? (Guess some things never change).
I guess what I'm trying to say is don't worry about life. Take each day as a new adventure and a new story to add to the chapter of your life, otherwise what's the point? You'll spend your whole life worrying that your not doing anything when in fact you're the only one who can change that.

I wish I took my own advice sometimes.
Bed time soon maybe? I had a dream last night that I was attacked by a cheeseburger and that's the last time I'm eating chocolate and cheese before bed from now on.
Peace.


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