Growing up sucks. Back in the day I was care free. Nothing bothered me. School test? No problem. No date for prom? Who cares, i dont need to go anyway. Seriously, worry free is the way to go. Those days are over. The mission ended, my life of worrying began. I now have "responsibilities". While my problems may see insiginificant to others, they are a drastic change from the carefree lifestyle that I am used to.
School. I haven't been to school in 4 years. I'll be a 23 year old freshman. That doesn't really bother me too much. What bothers me is that I'm a terrible student. I have horrible study habits. So I have to keep myself from flunking out so I dont' become a failure at life. I have something like 5 or 6 years of school to crank out. Plus I have to figure out how to pay for school. Student loan? Great, I'll be paying that off for the rest of my life.
Girls. This one stumps me. I never worried about girls before. I'm not saying that I haven't had a couple girlfriends, but I didn't work very hard to get them, or keep them for that matter. I have been on like 8 dates in my life. And that is including school dances. I suck at the dating life. Now I have to actively date and somehow one day get married. No offense, but I'd rather not be the next Mitch Poth. Not married and ridiculed in singles ward. What am I going to do? I don't even know how to talk to girls. It's sucky deal.
Work. My current job may be the first job I have found by myself. Before I always just kind of fell into jobs or have someone offer me a job. This whole go out and apply for jobs sucks. This one wasn't even that hard since I work for someone I already know. Now, when I move to Utah I have to do the whole process all over again. I hate looking for jobs. But it's a necessity of life so I deal with it.
On the other hand I only worry about this stuff for like 5 minutes a day. That's not 5 minutes a topic. That's 5 minutes total.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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My dearest Robert,
Start worrying.
Love,
Aunt Susan
My dearest Old School,
Stop worrying and start PARTYING OWWWWW ASDOFIASDF YEAH BABY! YEAH
Love,
Cousin Tyson
Thanks for the complament. It's a rough game out there keep a sweater on.
take off your word verification.
My dearest Robert again,
Don't listen to Tyson. He doesn't know anything. And he never feeds you.
Love,
Aunt Susan
I think im going to go with t money on this one and start partying
Well put Robert. I really enjoy the complete lack of self esteem, I share the same self image complex as you do. also...a comment on mitch poth's comment...its a cold game...thats why you need a sweater...because its cold. anyway, thats all i have to say, i think i'm gonna make like a tree, and get out of here...haha.
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