Adulting

I always feel as though some people were born to be a certain age. My friend Cayleigh ought to be 28; Janna around 22; Bianca maybe 8. I even have a few grumpy friends who I'd put at about 65. Yes, that's you Phinn. 

But I've never been sure what age I'm supposed to be. I guess I'm waiting to be an age that feels right - I reckon somewhere around 32. I think I'd be pretty good at being 32; it seems like a good, round number. Not like 17.

I'm heading off to Uni before too long, which is a pretty terrifying concept. Before too long I'll be paying tax and changing diapers. But for now, I'm pretty excited to leave high school - although I'm not sure if that's a correct perspective, or if I will hate University just as much. 

One girl at my school started crying when she was reminded we wouldn't be here next year. We still have at least three months, mind you...

At first I thought that was pretty stupid. But honestly, if she's enjoying high school that much, she's the real winner. 

I think my problem in life is that I'm always living a week or two into the future. In my mind, that is: I'm not quite clairvoyant yet, despite my best efforts. 

But it means everything is leading up to an event that never really happens, because once the event is actually happening I'm still thinking about the next one. Not too great at living in the moment, I suppose. 

So I'd be a great insurer. Or meteorologist.

Teachers have told me to be a lawyer. I'm not sure I could handle such a depressing job though, and apparently it's not much like Phoenix Wright. 

Once this guy I liked said I'd be a good cult leader. I still don't know if that was a compliment or insult.    

And my mother is dead set on me being a plumber. Don't ask me to explain, because I have no clue either. 

Personally, I think I'd like to do something in media or technology. And doing a bit of music or writing on the side would be fun too.   

Right now it seems as though the road I was driving down has split into 20 different paths, and the way I turn now determines everything about my future journey. One wrong turn means all other roads are blocked, and I'm stuck in Saskatchewan till the day I drop dead.

Anyone who's read my post about driving knows I'm not the best at U-turns. So I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shit-scared of where I'll end up.

But I do try to be an optimist. 

This one tweet I liked (do we still call them tweets after X's rebrand? "This one Xeet I liked?") reminded us the point of life is to: "be so completely yourself that no one is attracted to you or wants to employ you". Which I suppose is the whole point of this blog, or my website, or YouTube channel. 

If I was born to be one age, it might be 17. Not that I've peaked already (God I hope not), but because it's the most genuinely insufferably myself I've ever been. 

And I think that's a marker of success. Because I'm being as true to myself as I possibly can be, for better or for worse. And God knows no one wants to hire me, so I must be doing something right.