No One Has Any TimeThere used to be a time when I would spend my days killing time, not till some certain event, just simply killing time till it was once again time to go to sleep or kill more time. It was a never ending cycle of killing time and time killing. My friends and I developed quite a knack for it too, we had entire unspoken schedules of activities that would kill time, mostly wandering aimlessly around the mall and hoping to run into an acquaintance who would help us kill 15-20 minutes before heading over to Ponderosa to spend three hours eating at the buffet, ultimately turning our waitress into a mortal enemy.
|Pictured: My Teen Years|
That was years ago, back in a simpler time. In order to hang out with friends now you must coordinate schedules, usually weeks out in order to find a couple hours where neither person is working or otherwise preoccupied. As a twentysomething, which I will henceforth use as a place holder for the state of limbo between adolescence and adulthood, you're work schedule is chaotic, you will work any hours they give you as a means of hoping to impress your employer into giving you a promotion, and all your friends are in the same boat, working strange hours which always seem to be the opposite of yours, making it all but impossible for you to find anytime to wander the halls of the mall because...
There is Nothing To DoAs a teenager you think, "I can't wait to get older, there is so much more stuff you can do," but then you get older and none of that stuff seems to exist, or maybe it's just that you can't afford it. You finally find some time to hang out with some friends and you realize that your options are shitty bar or shitty restaurant, so you choose one of the above and after 30 minutes start pondering out loud, "This is why I work so much, because what else is there to do."
|"If I drink this I'm just going to have to pee, and I might get a hangover, and $8! are you joking, god what has life come to..."|
You Get Paid ShitYou get a job, the hours are chaotic, but it's what you want to be doing with your life so you suffer through. You went to college for this, dreamed of graduating, getting this exact job, buying a house, a nice car and finding a wife, too bad you are making just below the poverty threshold and those tens of thousands in student loans will prevent you from getting even the most insignificant of personal loans.
I once saw some photos from a Walmart protest, on the sign it read, "I make $8.45 an hour," and my first, nay only, thought was, "holy shit, I barely make more than this Walmart employee who is complaining, and I have five figures in debt and four years of my life gone on for that extra 50 cents an hour."
|Good old Google, allowing me to find photographs I reference.|
You Dress FunnyCloths cost money, quite a bit of money, which is one of the shocking revelations of adulthood I have yet to come to terms with. When things cost a lot of money and you don't make a lot of money then it's unlikely you are going to obtain such things. So you continue through life wearing the cloths you have, which were cool five years ago and for a dopey college student. You are now an adult, by societies standards, and you have the beginnings of a career. So you go to work with dinosaurs on your shirts and shoes that should have been replaced 3,000 miles ago.
|What 27 looks like to high school kids.|
You Think You Are A Kid, The World Thinks You Are An AdultThe world has expectations of a twentysomething, most of which consist of not wearing brightly colored clothing, wandering around the mall and hitting on the barely out of high school girl at the pretzel stand. You don't see yourself as 27, you have more in common with 18-year-olds than 30-year-olds, even if the age difference should suggest otherwise. You make no money and can't afford the things that symbolize adulthood, houses, cars, jet skis, so you just continue on wearing the cartoon shirts, driving the beat up car and being a mall rat because you can't afford to do what the world expects you to do.
The world treats you like an adolescent with low pay, little respect and constant condescending looks from old people, so why should you be expected to grow up. And remember that wife you dreamed about getting, while she is either in the same boat as you, which makes the likelihood of affording a wedding or the financial stability to start a family, unrealistic, or she, like the rest of the world, thinks you should grow up and then she leaves you for some mid-thirties CPA who owns a nice Hyundia Elentra and doesn't live in a studio apartment where pizza boxes are considered furniture.