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Anyone who
knows me knows that I had a very strong distaste towards growing up- a classic
case of Peter Pan syndrome. It’s an actually syndrome I didn’t just make that
up, Wikipedia even said so. Unfortunately it’s not listed as a clinically
recognized mental disorder, so I can’t skip out on life and go to Baily
Henderson. But the inevitable has
occurred… I’m now 18, which under Australian law makes me a legal adult. (Insert ‘witty’ joke about anyone being
allowed to turn 18 now). Being a legal adult my first rule of order was to
purchase a car via selling my soul to
the finance devil and committing myself to be his slave for the next five years
of my crispy, fresh, young life. Along with a pretty little new car comes
comprehensive car insurance- what the hell is that right? So next came the
countless hours searching and I do mean searching looking over thousands of
different options. Do you want window tinting? Will anyone else be driving the
vehicle? Where will the vehicle be stored over night? Sell us your first born
son and you can have 10% off, now lord I hope I never have a son cause I needed
that 10% off. I’m joking about that last
one, I sold my son for 20% off with RACQ. No, all jokes aside I wouldn’t put it
past any of them to pull that. It’s a cut throat world out there in insurance
land.
Along with
becoming 18 I gained some more responsibilities- making your own doctors
appointments… WITHOUT your mum coming. I know, I know. What a thought and trust
me, sitting in that waiting room I was more worried about talking to this
doctor then I was about what could be wrong with me. What if he called my name
and I didn’t hear him and I miss my appointment? What if I was here on the
wrong day? What if I’m at the wrong doctors and my name never gets called? You
may think I’m exaggerating but man, I am not. Those were my 100% real thoughts.
Oh and also no more being woken up by mum in the mornings anymore, HA what a
luxury that was. I’d take ‘NATALIE GET OUT OF BED NOW!’ any day over Samsung’s ‘over the horizon’ .
Yeah it’ll be over the horizon cause I’ve bloody thrown it over there.
I might just sound like I’m whining and I am,
I’m allowed to. I wasn’t ready to be a grown up and work 38 hours a week only
to have all my pay sucked up by the debt vacuum- and do not even get me started on Suncorp’s
little ‘Honor Fee’… wow Suncorp thanks so much for honoring my fee, now you
honor me with a $40 fee… Oh no, no, no, no. Naht today Hunnie. Life literally
is a vicious cycle, we work to live, and live to work. Ew right. Take me back
to four sessions a day, three breaks, and crappy assignments any day. Sure I
spent about half of my last year in High School stressing and crying and
feeling like I was banging my head against a brick wall that progressively got
harder, but at least I had a lot less responsibility in life.
Now I’m
going to say something here, and I know for a fact it’s going to break my year
coordinators heart I wish I tried harder. Oh god, there it is. Yes, I’ve let
myself down- and that’s really all I’ve let down in the end. Myself. I look
back now and wish I’d tried a little harder on that Modern History oral in
which I allowed myself to have a large giggle and a half at the fact that this
guys wife’s name was ‘Bangaragaroo’- sounds like the name of Miley Cyrus’ new
album. Or in that Math exam I should have tried harder rather then flipping off
the grade 8’s outside my window, at the time I thought I was a comedian (I
still am, don’t worry) but now ask me any basic math equation and I wouldn’t
have a slight clue. No really I wouldn’t. How sad!
Yes what I
am really saying in this how post is- I’ve grown up, I’m still trying to deny
that I’ve grown up, but my responsibilities just keep growing and growing,
unlike my bank account that is struggling to keep up. So next time you’re sitting there dreaming of
being 18, going out clubbing, drinking all the time, walking through the
bottle-o like you are the bees knees. Just remember- one you probably can’t
afford it, two you really can’t afford it, and three the man behind the counter
thinks you’re a tosser, give it up. Pick up your four pack of cruisers and get
out of there without talking loudly to him about your planned ‘wild night’
remember he thinks you’re a tosser.
Somehow I have convinced everyone around me that I’m
totally ready to be an adult and I totally love it- woo. 18 is great.
See super convincing. While school isn’t for some people, adult life
isn’t for me… just yet.
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