Today, I've been setting aside the unmade bed and clutter I still have to clean in the living room and mostly devoted my time towards watching movies on Netflix. Now that I feel squeaky clean from head to toe, I decided to blog more steps in the book, making this a religious thing so I actually end up finishing something for once.
Step 2: APPRECIATE THOSE WHO DISAGREE WITH STEP 1
I discussed this step in step 1 but I also agree with Kelly that we SHOULD appreciate the people who see the sun that shines out of out a**. I personally don't really show(or find it hard.. since I'm so awkward)my appreciation towards the people that care for me. But in my death bed, I know the people who I'll be thinking of when I see my last light.
I pledge that after my whole "falling behind, no direction in life, slit my wrists everyday" phase goes away (After I pay my debt, graduate from high school, and work at a place I don't despise) I will learn to appreciate the people who remained with my "always angry at the world" a**. Right now, the black clouds still shower on me & showering on the people around me.
Step 3: DON'T GET HURT WHEN THE WORLD DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU
I feel mutual towards this step.. its not something new to me. Unless I'm the next founder for the cure of some kind of rare disease, or become Bill Gates or just become a gold digger/sl*t and climb my way up the famous ladder where beyonce stands. I am no one insignificant. Obviously my loved ones care about me. To my parents I'm their little bundle of joy, to my boyfriend, I'm his other half, and with my friends I offer my shoulder and ears if they need someone there, or just to give them a laugh of two. Unless I give people a good reason to care about my existence, No one else cares about me.
I don't really have much to say about these two steps, my apologies. It's Sunday here. Usually Sunday's (mostly everyone's Sunday) Is clean up, homework day, relax day. I've already loaded one load of laundry so I'm doing pretty good for a start.. Hopefully I can organize my closet today too.
Sunday 27 April 2014
Friday 25 April 2014
Adulting 468 Project
Just recently I purchase a book on how to become an adult in 468 easy(ish) steps.. well according to Kelly Williams Brown (Do you have two last names or wha?). Anyways, as a typical undergraduate student with no dollar in her pocket what so ever purchased a copy and hopefully, wishfully, trustingly.. change my horrible habits and view of the world and sadly accept the fact that I can no longer get discounts at restaurants. ALSO, accepting the fact that working a 8 hour shift only equals to 5 hour pay.. (FU TAXES)
From reading the introduction of the book, I felt this sort of odd connection with Kelly..In one page, she wrote down all the things I've felt for the past year. This immediately grab my full attention, and with a poor girl living off pay cheque to pay cheque, I used ny magic debt maker card to purchase a copy of the book. ( I SRSLY NEED HELP)
After reading ( mostly skimming through the important steps I wanted to know) the entire book in a day, I reflected on my life.. and how much steps I need to go over. As you know, I still live at home with my parents although my boyfriend, whom I've been dating for a year is forcing (not really, just hinting) me to move in with him. I believe living at home would be alot cheaper for me right now because my parents don't expect any money coming in from me BUT DON'T JUDGE ME SO FAST, I do offer them money when they need it.. even if it comes out of my credit card...
I've decided to blog about all the 468 steps in the book; all my thoughts towards it, my experience, and all my to-do/have to-do list.
So let me just start with Chapter 1: Get Your Mind Right
Step 1: ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL
I think I learned that the hard way through school. As an awkward new girl in grade 6, I didn't really know how to make friends. The way I made friends was.. f*cking stupid if you asked me. I mainly made a fool of my self and tried to make sexual jokes and puns to desperately make everyone laugh.
Throughout junior high I was bullied.. alot. High School wasn't so bad.. still had those vibes that no one liked me. Also the teachers at my school didn't care if I wasn't in class or didn't participate because they probably we're thinking I didn't give one sh*t about my education..which I did.. but I found it hard to focus and participate with all the scars I emotionally and physically had. From dropping out second semester in my senior year to moving to a new school with new teachers who don't really acknowledge my presence when I'm gone for 3-5 days from class with no notice.. I know that I'm not special. It is difficult to accept, and hard to keep myself standing knowing that no one cares.. (except for my family & boyfriend.. maybe some friends). Everyone's out for themselves.. I know that now.. and those who disagree that "we" are not special.. godbless you.
From reading the introduction of the book, I felt this sort of odd connection with Kelly..In one page, she wrote down all the things I've felt for the past year. This immediately grab my full attention, and with a poor girl living off pay cheque to pay cheque, I used ny magic debt maker card to purchase a copy of the book. ( I SRSLY NEED HELP)
After reading ( mostly skimming through the important steps I wanted to know) the entire book in a day, I reflected on my life.. and how much steps I need to go over. As you know, I still live at home with my parents although my boyfriend, whom I've been dating for a year is forcing (not really, just hinting) me to move in with him. I believe living at home would be alot cheaper for me right now because my parents don't expect any money coming in from me BUT DON'T JUDGE ME SO FAST, I do offer them money when they need it.. even if it comes out of my credit card...
I've decided to blog about all the 468 steps in the book; all my thoughts towards it, my experience, and all my to-do/have to-do list.
So let me just start with Chapter 1: Get Your Mind Right
Step 1: ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL
I think I learned that the hard way through school. As an awkward new girl in grade 6, I didn't really know how to make friends. The way I made friends was.. f*cking stupid if you asked me. I mainly made a fool of my self and tried to make sexual jokes and puns to desperately make everyone laugh.
Throughout junior high I was bullied.. alot. High School wasn't so bad.. still had those vibes that no one liked me. Also the teachers at my school didn't care if I wasn't in class or didn't participate because they probably we're thinking I didn't give one sh*t about my education..which I did.. but I found it hard to focus and participate with all the scars I emotionally and physically had. From dropping out second semester in my senior year to moving to a new school with new teachers who don't really acknowledge my presence when I'm gone for 3-5 days from class with no notice.. I know that I'm not special. It is difficult to accept, and hard to keep myself standing knowing that no one cares.. (except for my family & boyfriend.. maybe some friends). Everyone's out for themselves.. I know that now.. and those who disagree that "we" are not special.. godbless you.
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