I hope what I write about life touches you in some way. I hope that what I go through helps you live life a little bit easier. I hope the words written here helps change something for the better. Read on, dear friends. Read on, and help me like I hope I help you.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

[Wish we could turn back time to the good old days, when mama sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out.... -Twenty One Pilotes||Stressed Out]

Okay, great news.... I got my final scores last week Friday for my certification exam. I did OFFICIALLY pass! And I got an unofficial copy of my certificate I could print off for my records. It's great, it's got my name written on it all pretty like and everything. The only struggle is the job search. Which seems easy now, considering that I've stressed myself out way too damn much about studying for the exam.
So this morning, we're babysitting my cousin's baby. My sister has him twice a week. So the baby's been here since eight. And I have been up since then. I helped my sister with the baby, I ate breakfast, and I used the toilet.... I sit myself down at the computer to start my job search. Then my dad comes into the room, and asks me what my plan is for the day. I tell him.
Then he gets all judgmental on me and he's like, "So, you're starting your day now? At... What time is it?" Like, no, dad, I started it this morning when I helped with the baby before I could even eat. What the hell do you mean, I'm just starting my day at ten in the morning?? Like, NO! See what the hell I do with my day when I am home and we have the baby! Buzz off and how about you go about your own day?
If my mom had a problem with me doing anything else but job searching, she would have said something.
Plus, I'm 24 years old, not 15. Like, get a handle on your life and let me try to be an adult for five minutes before you come in and destroy me. Because I can't go about trying to be an adult if you keep treating me like a child. If I mess up while trying to be an adult, then by all means, help me, and then say something, but say it as an adult speaking to another adult.
Like, screw you and the high horse you came in on. Who died and made you king of everything?

Okay, I guess I'm too stressed out about this. But it just pisses me off when he thinks he can go about judging me and putting some sort of control on my life for me (instead of letting me do that myself).