When We Were Younger

Do you all remember the days when we were younger? How much more carefree where they then the ones we have to face today. When I was younger I foolishly believed that being an adult would be fun. It would mean no more bedtimes; it meant that once I had a job I could spend the money on all of the fun things I wanted like sweets and toys. All of those things didn’t happen. Growing up is one big snowball of responsibility, problems, and then more problems that have been caused by the aforementioned responsibility. It is an awful place to be. Nobody warned me that I would have to face actually adult problems and I don’t like it.

Fortunately my situation has not got this bad yet, but it is only when you are an adult that you realise that £5,000 is not a lot of money to have, but it is an awful lot of money to owe. Money becomes the be all and end all of your life. When we were younger we would be sent out with a football and a pound coin and be able to buy what felt like everything in the shop. We would have so many sweets that our little hands would not be able to cope. Nowadays I spend most of my time at work working out how many minutes I have to work to earn a pound and then normally crying at the results. Everything just seemed so much better when we were all little as well. It may have been because we were so much smaller, but portions seemed bigger, hills seemed taller and fun seemed to be found in much greater abundance than it is now. Everything was better through the nostalgia tinted glasses, but what can we really do about it!?

Perhaps the most scary thing of all is that soon enough I will be excepted to take responsibility for not only my own well being, but the well being of a younger, tinier human who will just happen to be genetically related to me. In your late 20’s to early 30’s you are supposed to have a child and that is a whole level of responsibility I don’t think I am ready for. Where do you even begin to start? I will need to get a bigger car to house the car seat and the sprog itself. Where is the best place to find said car seat? Should I look on http://www.babyshop.tips/car-seats/toddler-car-seats/ or do I go into a shop and ask someone who has slightly more expertise in this situation than I do? The questions are endless and those are some of the easier ones to answer. There are plenty of other things to worry about too, like how much is it frowned upon if you pay someone else to clean the baby after it has soiled itself because you don’t want to touch the mess? When should they start walking and talking? How early is too early to begin living your own failed dream vicariously though the kid? These are all questions that need to be answered before I would even consider bringing a child into this awful world of ours.

Basically I don’t think I am fully ready to be an adult just yet. I am beginning to work out certain elements of it. I have a steady job and a relationship that is going well (or at least that’s what she tells me) and I think if I carry on at this rate that one day soon I will get there. I need to work on some of the skills that you need and I will keep an eye out for any classes that crop up teaching me how to be a better adult. I know I am not the only person who feels like this as every single programme that is on the television and every film that plays in the theatre featuring 20-something people always depicts them as looking rather lost. I know things will eventually work themselves out, but until then I am just going to carry on wandering around like the headless chicken I have become. Wish me luck people!