Life is mainly a poop stick

I feel like for most folks, you generally start to see life covered in poop around the age of 11. That's when you usually have a set of chores, and you have to start picking up after other messy people.....people you care about deeply, but you also want to shove the 10 glasses they used in one day up their butts.

Before 11, life is full of unicorns and rainbows and food is always in the cupboards, and your clothes are always folded neatly in your basket for you. And you do chores but dumb little things like, put the cutlery away or make your bed. 11 seems like a very random age to start learning how to adult, but its the age that pops into my mind when I think-when did life start to get so shitty. I'm talking a very low percentage of shitty, but this is when it starts.

Then, you become a teen who wants and wants and wants. You want a cell phone, you want to go to the movies with your friends, you want a car. And then your mother tells you, "money doesn't grow on trees" and you go "mom, technically it does because paper is made from trees BURN".

Then she tells you to get a job. So you babysit all the kids in your neighbourhood until you realize boys are gross and you don't wan't to work for 5 bucks an hour. So THEN you apply everywhere in your small town and nervously go in for your very first interview ever, get hired and start bringing in that cash flow, 10 bucks an hour! You've hit the big time!!!

After, you work for several years at your local gas station or grocery store. You realize you have big goals and dreams....and these things cost big money. So you go to College or University. You then realize, oh shit student debt. Now if you're lucky your parents pay for all of that and you just party it up every day in college not worrying about a thing. If you're like me, you worked 3 jobs for most of your College experience, you were under age for most of that experience, and couldn't go to bars, and worked at a Rona until 10 at night for some reason. WHO buys lumber at 9:35pm?

You get your first job, and move out of the house you shared with 4 other people...where rent was like 450 a month all inclusive...and where your mom sometimes bought you groceries...and into the real world. Where rent is double that, you pay for utilities...and everything isn't free. You're struggling to pay off debt , when all you really want to do is enjoy that freedom, and finally go to a bar because you are FINALLY of age....late birthdays amirite.

This is when you think about what you thought life would be like once you got into that dream career......*dream sequence* I'll be doing my dream job by 26, and I'll buy a 3 bedroom house, have a nice car, several dogs, eventually kids, and lots of money! *dream sequence over* This is reality: Living in a basement with the love of your life and an adorable dog. No house, only 23 but not close to the dream job yet....and no money.

I'm writing all of this because when you're at what feels like your rock bottom. Its nice to complain about it to strangers, or friends who you haven't talked to in awhile. Maybe these strangers and friends will relate with you and maybe this will make you feel okay with the world because others are struggling to. A lot of stuff I'll write about will just be complaining about day to day things. Some of it will be deep and maybe a little dark. But real. Writing these things, will feel like venting to a friend. But at least this way they don't have to be annoyed about me complaining to them constantly and not doing anything about it. This is me figuring out what to do, writing helps. Life can be poop on a stick.