There is no amount of preparatory classes that could have readied our mind for the ghetto that is – adulting.
From having to cook your own food (why?!), to actually needing to work to afford to eat, adulting and all the jobs and responsibilities are different narratives I would like to be excluded from.
I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that feels this way. As proof, here are the various, shared stages of being tired of work and adulting we’re all familiar with:
Reading ‘Think and Grow Rich’, ‘Outliers’, ‘Rich Dad, Poor Dad’ to ready your mind for adulting.
Won ti get e. You really believe adulting is a good thing at this stage.
Starting a new job and being excited for Mondays to show your abilities.
Fatigue about to set in, in 3, 2, 1.
Being too tired to cook in the mornings and starting a real bond with Iya Moria down the road of your office.
Yes, the tiredness has started to set in here.
When you realise you have to start contributing to expenses at home.
DSTV monthly subscription costs how much?!
Starting to realise two days might not be enough for weekends anymore.
Petition to extend by another two days.
Writing your to-do lists every day and failing to complete even half at day’s end.
At a point, even remembering to tick the list becomes a problem.
Promising yourself you’ll take care of last week’s spill-over work in the coming week.
You’ll really believe this when you’re saying it too.
Realising there’s no such thing as taking care of spill-overs, only more work.
Wait, has life scammed me?
Hating the thought, sight and feel of Mondays.
Make it stop!
Setting countdowns and timers for public holidays.
Finally, a few days of happiness.
Collecting your salary but still thinking of ways to break out of this adulting scam.
What if I start identifying as a baby?
Whose adulting story is different from this?