The Venting Thread
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Not really a vent, but...
I was just browsing around on facebook, checking in on some old classmates/friends of mine. One of them is married, one of them is about ready to have her first child. Another is engaged.
I just look around and think, "My God, when did we all grow up?" Some of the faces I barely recognize, they've matured so much. It makes me a little sad, that those relationships have come and gone. They're all on their own paths now. Then I start to feel just a little bit left behind, because I very much so still consider myself a young adult, one that still needs to call her mom up on the phone to get a meatloaf recipe or ask her what the best way to clean a certain spot is and her dad still buys her a snow shovel so she doesn't get stuck in her parking spot.
And then I start to feel just a little uncertain, because by next year I hope to be married, and in the next three or four years I'm really hoping to start having my own family. If Mike is accepted into the Navy, I may not even be in this state anymore by next year, with no family or friends to lean on. And that means I won't be a "kid" anymore.
When do you finally start to feel like an "adult"?
The woes of being 22.
I was just browsing around on facebook, checking in on some old classmates/friends of mine. One of them is married, one of them is about ready to have her first child. Another is engaged.
I just look around and think, "My God, when did we all grow up?" Some of the faces I barely recognize, they've matured so much. It makes me a little sad, that those relationships have come and gone. They're all on their own paths now. Then I start to feel just a little bit left behind, because I very much so still consider myself a young adult, one that still needs to call her mom up on the phone to get a meatloaf recipe or ask her what the best way to clean a certain spot is and her dad still buys her a snow shovel so she doesn't get stuck in her parking spot.
And then I start to feel just a little uncertain, because by next year I hope to be married, and in the next three or four years I'm really hoping to start having my own family. If Mike is accepted into the Navy, I may not even be in this state anymore by next year, with no family or friends to lean on. And that means I won't be a "kid" anymore.
When do you finally start to feel like an "adult"?
The woes of being 22.
Not really a vent, but...
I was just browsing around on facebook, checking in on some old classmates/friends of mine. One of them is married, one of them is about ready to have her first child. Another is engaged.
I just look around and think, "My God, when did we all grow up?" Some of the faces I barely recognize, they've matured so much. It makes me a little sad, that those relationships have come and gone. They're all on their own paths now. Then I start to feel just a little bit left behind, because I very much so still consider myself a young adult, one that still needs to call her mom up on the phone to get a meatloaf recipe or ask her what the best way to clean a certain spot is and her dad still buys her a snow shovel so she doesn't get stuck in her parking spot.
And then I start to feel just a little uncertain, because by next year I hope to be married, and in the next three or four years I'm really hoping to start having my own family. If Mike is accepted into the Navy, I may not even be in this state anymore by next year, with no family or friends to lean on. And that means I won't be a "kid" anymore.
When do you finally start to feel like an "adult"?
The woes of being 22.
I was just browsing around on facebook, checking in on some old classmates/friends of mine. One of them is married, one of them is about ready to have her first child. Another is engaged.
I just look around and think, "My God, when did we all grow up?" Some of the faces I barely recognize, they've matured so much. It makes me a little sad, that those relationships have come and gone. They're all on their own paths now. Then I start to feel just a little bit left behind, because I very much so still consider myself a young adult, one that still needs to call her mom up on the phone to get a meatloaf recipe or ask her what the best way to clean a certain spot is and her dad still buys her a snow shovel so she doesn't get stuck in her parking spot.
And then I start to feel just a little uncertain, because by next year I hope to be married, and in the next three or four years I'm really hoping to start having my own family. If Mike is accepted into the Navy, I may not even be in this state anymore by next year, with no family or friends to lean on. And that means I won't be a "kid" anymore.
When do you finally start to feel like an "adult"?
The woes of being 22.
Now I feel almost too "adult" like, though. Pretty much all of our money goes towards bills or savings, I'm working two jobs to pay off our truck faster, I never see Josh because we work different shifts, I've made so many sacrifices that I can't even believe it.. I'd like to not be so adult like sometimes. Lol.
My mother is driving me batshit ****ing crazy. She is so high maintenance about EVERYTHING.
Example: My father is retired and thus home all day with their dog, Maggie. My mother is gone at work from 6am-4pm. Needless to say, anytime my dad goes to visit his parents for the day (they live 2 hours away) my mother goes into a tizzy about what to do with Maggie. She's crate trained, house trained, etc. She'll be fine for ONE DAY without a human to do her bidding while you're at work, Mother.
I work 11 hour shifts but have an hour and fifteen minutes for lunch. I work close by and come home for lunch. She's decided that when my dad goes on a day trip next week that Maggie needs to be dropped off at my house so I can let her out on my lunch break. Umm, because one day staying the crate from 6-4 is gonna kill her? I agree, like a good daughter.
Then tonight, my mother announces that since my dad's decided to spend the night at the grandparents, Maggie needs to spend the night at my house, since she needs to be let out during the two days my dad is gone. Um, no. I love her, but she's a rotten little ****. She drives Henry slightly crazy, and she cries in her crate for HOURS when she's around Henry because she's obsessed with him.
So suddenly I'm the bad guy because I put my foot down and told my mother it wasn't necessary for Maggie to sleep over. And now she's pissed.
First world problems.
Example: My father is retired and thus home all day with their dog, Maggie. My mother is gone at work from 6am-4pm. Needless to say, anytime my dad goes to visit his parents for the day (they live 2 hours away) my mother goes into a tizzy about what to do with Maggie. She's crate trained, house trained, etc. She'll be fine for ONE DAY without a human to do her bidding while you're at work, Mother.
I work 11 hour shifts but have an hour and fifteen minutes for lunch. I work close by and come home for lunch. She's decided that when my dad goes on a day trip next week that Maggie needs to be dropped off at my house so I can let her out on my lunch break. Umm, because one day staying the crate from 6-4 is gonna kill her? I agree, like a good daughter.
Then tonight, my mother announces that since my dad's decided to spend the night at the grandparents, Maggie needs to spend the night at my house, since she needs to be let out during the two days my dad is gone. Um, no. I love her, but she's a rotten little ****. She drives Henry slightly crazy, and she cries in her crate for HOURS when she's around Henry because she's obsessed with him.
So suddenly I'm the bad guy because I put my foot down and told my mother it wasn't necessary for Maggie to sleep over. And now she's pissed.
First world problems.
A cat rescue house burned down and over 30 cats died with about 30 injured and everyone is fall all over themselves in town to help. However no one is asking the hard questions like why 60+ cats were being housed in a small single home in a residential area.
No one wants to hear it. But someone needs to ask. Rescue or not, that's an unacceptable amount of cats for the space.
Sigh.
No one wants to hear it. But someone needs to ask. Rescue or not, that's an unacceptable amount of cats for the space.
Sigh.
My friend and I cried when we watched it during social studies last year, the end is horrible but the movie in general is just saddening. I don't think someone could make a movie about that and not expect people to get emotional while watching it. The only thing that makes it worse is knowing that it was based on something that actually happened, as horrendous as it is.
