As for the transitional period between my youth and adulthood... it sucks major donkey dick.
I have had more trouble coming to terms with this change than I have with ANY thing else. And I guess that from the outside I seem pretty well adjusted. I have a job that pays well. Good benifits and the retirement plan and all that. I just bought my first house three months ago. I pay all of my bills, maintain my car insurance... blah, blah,blah.
But the job is not a career. At least not from my stand point. No hope for too much upward mobility and it's definately not what I want to do for the rest of my life. And because of the job and it's tons of overtime, I have zero time to work on the house which I so desperately want to decorate. Everything leaves me feeling desperate and trapped and emotionally drained.
So?? How is everyone else getting along? How has the road to adulthood treated you? And did it feel this agonizing?
Personal Factoid: I am a closet scrapbooking freak!
I have had more trouble coming to terms with this change than I have with ANY thing else. And I guess that from the outside I seem pretty well adjusted. I have a job that pays well. Good benifits and the retirement plan and all that. I just bought my first house three months ago. I pay all of my bills, maintain my car insurance... blah, blah,blah.
But the job is not a career. At least not from my stand point. No hope for too much upward mobility and it's definately not what I want to do for the rest of my life. And because of the job and it's tons of overtime, I have zero time to work on the house which I so desperately want to decorate. Everything leaves me feeling desperate and trapped and emotionally drained.
So?? How is everyone else getting along? How has the road to adulthood treated you? And did it feel this agonizing?
Personal Factoid: I am a closet scrapbooking freak!
But i can relate to the whole career thing, plus although i have achieved a heap in the past 5 years of leaving high skool i still think that ive been procrastinating and havent done enough,
Who knows ill probably die a bitter, twisted, lonely old man!