WARNING: The following text is the end result of too much free time.
But seriously, it’s all endless, isn’t it? This mess called life? We, as human beings are never in the right position to enjoy ourselves. Soem people might think they are, and they probably are, to a point. But just like the economy, it’s never at an optimal level. We’re either too old, or too young, or too busy.
And that just sucks.
You’re born, and everyone ever takes care of every single, silly need at the frown of a face. You get older, and you know how to walk and talk, and to a point, you’re still a mini-god. But you don’t know any better. The instant you DO begin to know better, no-one wants to help you out anymore. Ok, understandable. The first (and best) 20-something years of our lives are spent continuously locked up in some classroom, and when you’re not there, you can’t afford to enjoy yourself. Fine.
(*Imagine my voice slowly rising wih each full-stop to enjoy the full effect of this rant*)
Right, so you FINALLY get out of the classroom, and you get a job (which sadly means no more free holidays, unless of course, you’re UNEMPLOYED), so you can now afford to enjoy yourself. But you know what? You don’t have time. Or worse, you postpone the enjoyment till when you can afford to enjoy it more. Then, because we’re human, and subject to human needs and societal pressures, we go off and get married. So, technically, the grueling continues. Kids. Well, they’re a life-long investment, aren’t they? Not forgetting thte emotional and psychological torture of watching them grow up! Then FINALLY, we retire, we get that pension we’ve literally spent our life working for, but then we have to contend with things like AGING and IMPENDING DEATH!?
Frankly, I think it’s a little messed up. And annoying.
I admit it. I’m rather worried about my future. What if I don’t end up designing hot 3d animations like I’ve always dreamed? What if i have to MAKE DO? What if I never get to live in my “spinster flat”? Oh GOD, what if I succumb to pressure and marry some guy I can just barely manage? What if my kids HATE me??? What if I START AGING REALLY EARLY, AND I LOOK 60 WHEN I’M 45??
(*If I was talking to my friends, there’d probably be an awkward silence now*)
I’m sorry. I get moments of deranged panic just THINKING about it. But I think it’s healthy. I believe if you’re not too concerned about where you’re going, you’d be there for quite a while. Right? I’m not just a paranoid little girl that’s afraid to grow up???