My first proper job felt like a milestone. It was an easy job, they could've had an ape in to do it. But it felt great, nonetheless. People running a proper business trusting you to sort things out, answering a phone and sorting papers. Just being around the office atmosphere as a part of it. Paying my taxes afterwards felt like another one, contributing some back and everything.
Applying for Voluntary Basic Training felt big, too. Understanding that I'm well old enough to help out in national defence. It's not something you would ask a child to do.
Voting was another one. As much as a microscopic difference it made, it was still my say on the matter.
Another moment of growth was when I helped a slightly younger man get home safely after he had far, far too many and had gotten himself chucked out. His mum came and got him, eventually, but I kept a good eye at him and sorted the rendez-vous with his mum. Mobile phones are a marvellous invention, overall. They've made teenage binges gone awry much easier to manage.
Now, I might very well be a variation of retarded, I've always matured rather slowly and I've always been rather worried of my progression, and been terrified of ending up a failure. But all of those things have been signs to me that it's going along, after all. Little beads of hope.
Bestival said:
I recently bought a tin of cookies. Not for the cookies, I just wanted the pretty tin for in my kitchen.
I felt like a granny after.
Should be noted I'm a big burly 26 year old man.
Heh, had that myself. I've caught myself considering getting a few doilies to decorate with, and I've got embroided cushions around simply for decor like gran. I suggest we knit teacosies in the park!
