Lists.
Alarms.
Appointments.
Seriously. Being an adult kind of stinks. Or is it being an adult who lives with others? Living by myself I could just do whatever whenever. I could stay up all night reading whatever nonsense on the internet or playing video games without judgement. I could sleep wherever I want whenever I want.
These days it is all about alarms and lists and food prep.
Seriously.
is there an alarm? yes? no? will i wake up? will i sleep through it? feed the people. will they make their own junk food in the microwave? did i make decent food for them to microwave? do i need to make them decent food? do we need to go through the lists in the books and get the things done? did i feed myself? coffee? always. do i need to prepare lunches for the other people in my house? do i need to prepare dinners for the other people in my house? will the other people in my house do it on their own? ideally they don't want to. so i guess yes. do i have help? probably not. do i feed myself? chicken nuggets? pretty much every day. blah. where am i going today? store? work? both? work then store or store then work? do i want to go home? do i want to deal with whatever im walking home to? do i want to listen to everything and everyone? do i want to stay at work staring at the wall until i can no longer justify being there? come home and sleep? come home and write? come home and read? come home and play animal crossing? come home and stare at the wall? eat? shower? sleep? lather? rinse? repeat. what day is it? am i doing the same thing tomorrow?
That is basically a summary of what goes through my mind every day when I'm not working.
While I don't feel like that is a great way to live, I am at least existing. Whether people like it or not, I'm existing.
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