How Do I Adult?

Do you ever feel that life is a constant struggle for the next stage?

Here’s what I mean…

When you’re young being an adult looks great. Until you realise you can’t sit around playing Mario Kart all day because you have to go to work. (Kudos to you if you’ve found a way to do that while playing computer games.)

When you’re working retirement starts to look rather peachy. Until you realise that after you’ve worked all those years you probably have little energy left. Someone said to me the other day that we’ll probably be 100 before we can retire… the age does go up every year.

I don’t know quite where this post is going.

Now that I’ve admitted that I can move on.

I’m fast approaching 30 and feel about as good about it as Doctor Bashir did in “Distant Voices” (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). Hopefully it won’t take a Lethean attack to make me see straight.

… I wonder who would play the various parts of my psyche if such a thing happened…

School doesn’t prepare you for life is an old cliche and I’m not going to flog that particular dead horse here. It is true though.

The best we can do with all the juggling of stuff in our lives is to do our best. And there you have a meaninglessly tautological statement.

I’ll tell you my flat is a bit, okay a lot, of a mess. And getting on top of it feels like getting on one of those spin-you-around-bucking-things.

I make lists of what needs doing. This helps a bit but then I’m a slave to the list. Which I think I’ve said before.

I wonder if some of this is resonating with you. That general feeling that you have no business trying to live out in the world on your own.

I, and probably you to, probably do better than we think we do.

Cleanliness may be next to godlessness but it doesn’t mean you’re a devil if your place is untidy.

Of course its important to know that… the end of that sentence has vanished… I could cut it but I’m trying a stream of consciousnesses thing.

So I’ll go to my ending sentence. And I can’t seem to find a source for this…

If someone is coming over, who you wish to impress, clean the bathroom like a serial killer cleaning up after a crime.

And remember, in connection to my last post and then end of the above sentence, Abby Sciuto will always be able to find something to tie you to the crime scene.

I promise my next post will be a little more coherent.

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I just wanted to say that I have checked this post. I really have. Unfortunately my particular combination of dyslexia and dyspraxia makes it really hard for me to spot typos. Please enjoy and I’ll try not to make too many errors.

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