BAA (BEING AN ADULT) Comes With A Lot Of Responsibilities 

Being an adult comes with a lot of responsibilities. When I was a kid, all I could think about was freedom, not the responsibilities that came with the choices, and the weight of the consequences. Lately I realize as I age,  I have a lot less patience, a lot more tolerance, be extremely reactive, will scream at strangers, will stick up for strangers, but I feel good about it, that people seem to be scared.

I’m turning into a bully, who enjoys her newfound power a little too much. I scream at strangers, I get into fights with people I don’t know online, I defend my opinions, I don’t defend my opinions, I stop sharing what I like, certain things are meant to just be mine, and mine alone.

I miss people from my childhood, some of them are nowhere to be found, completely vanished from the face of earth. Some of them are still in the same job, same place, doing the same activities, with the same people. Some of them are trying to change, but not sure how. Some of them have already taken their first step into a new life, some of them are already living in their best. 

There were things I had no idea about, that I finally picked up as an adult, I want to give life a second chance, where do I start? 

Figuring out your life as an adult is much easier than figuring out your life as a person. Adults means work, making contributions to society, exchanging your abilities for wealth, expanding your peripheral impact, navigating new territories, learning new things about yourself, other people, but not many new things about the world. 

Being a person, I’m not sure where the boundaries lie. Is it your job to take care of that? Is it your responsibility to help with that? Can you let it slide without feeling shame, guilt, anger, or do you have the urge to do something about it? Could you act your part without feeling different, weird, stood out, stuck up? 

Part of being an adult means you stop caring about what people think. As I age, caring about what people think becomes a muscle in my brain that I haven’t worked out in years. It’s unnatural, irrelevant, ineffective, unfamiliar ground to explore. I know myself, but to know how I am compared to others on scales of things, I’m not so sure.