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It is hard to imagine, thought sadly true, that life could go back to being normal when you've been out of work playing student. Major exams are a thing of the past, and the hardest part of your day is remembering whether or not you've brushed your teeth ( yes, you did.). But inevitably the day comes when you must go to work, grow up, and realize that NOTHING is what it was last month. People now expect you to think when you speak. You have to learn a whole new set of etiquets and rules, there are protocols for EVERYthing. And, heaven forbid, you should forget one you now have to apologise to someone who could be replaced by monkeys. Yes being an adult is a dream, and a nightmare. It is in the midst of this swirling concoction of atiquated ritualistic tourture you realize. . . I'd like to work for myself! You feel empowered and you just KNOW it'll all work out perfectly. Then there you are staring at a bill you can't pay because someone else wont pay you. Funny how that works.
It's much like hitting the tab key in this blog. It creates the appropriate space between this line and the one above. Yet some how, almost magically, you view your finished product only to find that the space indicating a new paragraph is missing. Buggah. Well, not everything can be how we wish. Much like the new language we must learn. Crazy how one must actually THINK before engaging the mastoid, submandibular, andhyoid muscles. It's almost like your words actually mean something now. Not like in college when you could praddle on endlessly about using human anatomy as a pogo-stick and your professor would write a big fat 'A' on the top of the paper just to hurry up and get it out of their hair. No, now those things you think become words you speak, and the words you speak have impact. Gone are the gossip girls prowess. Gone are the moments when back biting and back stabbing were encourage. Gone is the appropriateness of saying whatever you feel.
Welcome to Adulthood. Enjoy your ride.