Yesterday, I got mistaken for a teacher. It feels so weird. Everyone thinks I'm in my early 20s!
Thinking about being able to come home at 2 in the afternoon and read all day and have my parents buy all of my clothes and stuff is a nice idea, thinking back, but I do really like working a lot, and being able to support myself more. The idea of having people pay for my things (unless I had some magical rich fairy beings buy EVERYTHING for me, no strings attach) isn't so appealing anymore.
A lot of that is mostly because I'm so much happier now. I don't remember ever feeling so truly happy in my life, even when I was a kid. Keeping busy constantly with work or college is the only way that I keep sad feelings and depression far away. Give me more than two weeks of stagnation, and I feel so terrible. Productivity is the best thing.






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