Day 496 of a Newfound Adult

I write this laying in bed under an endless amount of quilts and blankets, sipping on lemonade, and eating a SKOR candy bar and listening to my most recent favorite band, The Airborne Toxic Event. I'm not sure how well the chocolate and the bitter-sweet lemonade mix, but the rest of it makes for a perfect concoction.

As days go by I realize more and more how much I no longer want to be an adult. I spent part of the day hanging out with my step sister Megan, we ate lunch at FlatTop and ran some errands. As I watched her pick up groceries and calculate the cost, limiting herself to spending $30, I fully realized that I would soon have to do more of the same, and I also realized how much I don't want to do that. I realize as I sit here, more sure of what I don't want to do than what I do want to do at any given moment, that I'm growing up more and more every day and there's nothing that I can do about it. 

After hanging out with my sister I took a long nap, called Meijer about work, and made a Facebook post about how I would rub someone's feet for 8 hours a day at a pay rate of $8.25/hr if anyone wanted me to. My desperation level for work seems to increase every day. I am looking at online writing jobs as I write this, hoping for maybe a sliver of a chance, though I've looked at all of them previously with no luck.

To summarize what I just said, here's a poem I wrote a few days that sums up my struggle with adulthood:

Maybe you cried at birth

because you knew that from

that second onward you would spend

the rest of your life growing up.

Other than my struggle with adulthood, this candy bar is pretty pleasing and the music I am listening to makes me much happier with life. Now I must return to scanning the wide web for employment opportunities.

Until next time,

C.K. Fulfer