I want to see how many other people my age have had to deal with the bullshit I have and still stayed sane, totally functional, and independent.
I pay my own bills. I buy my own food. I buy my own gas. I take care of myself. I don't need everyone telling me that what I'm doing isn't being done "right" in their condescending, know-it-all tones.
Sure, you have more life experience than I do, but no one's experiences are exactly the same as someone else's. So in some aspects, I might actually have more experience than most of you.
Let me learn on my own and quit trying to baby me. I didn't come out with a silver spoon in my mouth. I didn't grow up with someone coddling me and holding my hand the whole way. So riddle me this Batman: What makes you think I need it now? Maybe if I came home complaining about how hard my life is, how expensive everything is, or how I'm totally broke every day of my life, I'd understand why every adult on the planet thinks I expect to be babied.
But I don't. I come home smiling, because I have a job that allows me to pay my bills. No, it's not a big fancy office or corporate or even a very high paying job, but it's a job. I like my job. It pays my bills. It allows me to spend a little money here and there. And that's good enough for me. It may not be the "plan" you had for me, but it's working, and that's all we can really ask for in this life, is for things to work.
I've survived this long, having to figure everything out on my own, and you don't see me crying and wailing and being hysterical about stupid crap like "I want this and that but I can't afford it," or "poor me, my parents paid for something really expensive but they got the wrong kind," or, my personal favorite, "I NEED to move out because my parents are crazy" (AKA "I want to move out because I'm a big fat idiot that can't deal with authority, or live under the rules that my parents put on me to keep me safe, or accept the fact that without them I wouldn't have a roof over my head so I should probably listen to them but I'm too much of a spoiled brat for that"). I don't say things like this often, but my friends are some of the biggest offenders of these exact things. And it makes me want to lose my damn mind. I love you guys, but Jesus Christ, GROW THE F*** UP.
You have no idea how much it makes me hate you when you complain about stupid trivial shit that your parents do. At least your parents like you enough to keep you around and pay for your housing and your bills and your car engines and your gas and everything else that I've had to learn to take care of on my own. Your parents are not my problem. They aren't even your problem; they aren't a problem at all. They set rules in place because they care about you. Sure, they might seem stupid at the time, but they aren't. Just another lesson I had to learn the hard way. Quit taking your parents for granted, and recognize that they are trying the best they can. Take your complaints somewhere else, because I've lost all patience for any of it.
Because guess what:
And for the adults that think I'm doing everything the hard way...Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. But either way, I'm going to make it through just fine. I appreciate your worrying, but sometimes it just comes off as bossy, pushy, and condescending. If I have to crawl through Hell and high water, I will. I will make everything work out so that I come out on top. I am fully willing to get my hands dirty to get to where I want to be. Sometimes you have to start at the bottom to be able to appreciate the top.
