Meeting immature and mean-spirited adults makes me deathly afraid. I’m afraid because now I’m 25, and I can’t say I’m not an adult anymore, but I don’t feel like one still. I’m afraid because what if I become like them? What if I’m 60 and still shitty?
When I was younger, I had this idealized notion of what adults were like. I thought that after a certain number of years, surely they’d have enough time to work on themselves and settle their issues but reality bites.
People aren’t perfect, for sure, but how can there be 40, 50, or even 60 year olds who are so unstable, you’d think they just came out of a wobbly womb? How can a person continue to be this little prick after decades? Didn’t years on this earth teach them anything? Didn’t somebody call them out or something?
When I get criticized, I listen. I reflect on it, and I am always trying to improve myself everyday. Is that enough? Will this be my saving grace from the Zombieland of immaturity? What’s enough? What will it take? How can I ensure that I will never be like them? That I will be me in the way I define myself, in the way I want to be–a person who is good, a person who has principles, a person who is responsible, a person who encourages other people to fulfill their dreams, a person who I’ll be proud to be.
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