Being an adult is hard. Literally, no one needs to tell us this because if you don’t know it now… trust me, grasshopper, you’re gonna learn it soon.
We’ve had countless warnings from our parents and other adults who have tried to tell us that we would need to start paying for everything, we would have to find a well-paying job that offered benefits, that we would need to learn how to do laundry, and try not to cry when we saw how much the government took from our paychecks every two weeks.
But, I think we all know that these things don’t really seep into our minds until it happens all at once in this giant meteor of responsibility that none of us are prepared to deal with. Then next thing you know you’re sitting, sweating about your future but have nothing to comfort you because everything costs money. The only thing I can say to comfort you is that there are a lot of other 20-something adults who have no clue what they’re doing in life either. We’re all in this together.
What I want to know is if anyone’s seriously going to fault Dan for his actions.
Except you can’t go back to the tutorial. You’re stuck here. Forever. And the levels only get harder.
Be sure to thank the insurance company for paying off your student debt.
And then every aunt in the vicinity asks when your turn is.
Can we talk about this for a second? I never even thought of this until I saw this tweet. What do I have to look forward to now? Sweet death…
Ain’t no one tell them that parenthood was going to be easy. They should have been prepared for these questions.
Oh, it also helps if you’re multilingual and have no problems sacrificing your weekends and holidays so that your supervisor can go skiing with his new girlfriend.
You know, the longer I look at this, the faster it becomes too real and then I reflect on my life and just how accurate all of this is and it’s not so funny anymore.
To be fair, it’s not like going to school for four or five years, spending all that money on a degree, and having a pocketful of dreams gets you anywhere as a millennial anyway.
Please just let me enjoy the little moments I have in between having to pay for things, trying to please everyone, and telling my boss that I would love to work overtime.
Or you no longer have a wishlist of things that would be nice but rather just things that will help you survive.
Having to spend money on those green devils makes me resent them even more.
Does anyone else cringe and pull the phone farther away from their face when they check their bank statements?
Hey. Hey. Remember what I said about taxes? I can practically hear the government rubbing its hands together with a giant grin on their face.
To be fair, I did this in high school. Though, I never deliberately crossed the street to avoid a group of them walking towards me.
Then you just kind of sit there as your mind inevitably goes back to the days when you didn’t have to worry about anything. And the clock ticks closer to 9:00 a.m. and “The Sound of Silence” plays in the background.