Tag: adulting

Adulting has pushed me into the pool again and is dangling a dry towel above me.

I think I am doing it wrong. Actually I know for a fact I am seeing that I lack maturity, money, cares in the world, and children.

Adutling keeps me up at night and I have come to the conclusion that it requires inhibition and discipline; two things I have no desire to grasp.

The paradox is, my mental state is hindering me from normality and I just appear lazy and unbothered, which maybe be partially true.

I think I also may be in severe denile that I am sick mentally and being an adult is putting a coat on my cold body that is shivering from drops of psychosis.

Worry not they say because I have two options here: enslave myself with medication that not only sedates my thoughts, creativity, and flow of sexual energy, but that also enables my pending appetite.

OR

I can suck it up and continue to suffer in silence.

Oh how I admire our societal norms with its duration of ignorance toward pyschological trauma and deception.