All my friends have their shit together, And then there’s Me

All my friends have their shit together, And then there’s Me

If you can’t find the one friend in the group that seems to be struggling, it’s probably you, my friend.


Sometimes I feel really shitty compared to my friends. It seems like everyone around me is graduating soon and on the (correct) path to being an actual adult. Then there's me: still in school, not going to the school I had in mind, single, and most importantly- broke.

Most of my friends from high school went on a different path than I chose - a four-year degree at a university. Why do I feel bad sometimes about leaving my hometown and going to a university? Probably because everyone back home either already has a well-paying job or they're graduating soon. Not me. Year two in my four-year degree, and even though I feel shitty sometimes, I love the path I'm on.

I've always done pretty well in school, so thinking about going to school for a long time has never deterred me or stood in my way. I guess I just wish some of my friends were a little more aware of how they sounded when they talked about their graduations while I'll still be in a classroom somewhere.

Don't even get me started on being single. Honestly. I *HATE* talking about relationships with my friends or constantly being the friend that gets set up on a blind date. Please stop putting me on pity dates. I'd rather go as a wheel... or get this - I'd rather stay home.

All of my friends seem to be in these long relationships, and while that's all good and well and I'm happy for them, it's not my thing right now. Work and school come first for me, and I don't have time to focus on someone else. I don't mind being single, so stop making me feel bad when I talk about more than one person.

I'm a broke ass college student. Shocker, right? I've already talked about how working back home in the summer is awful and hard to do, but wow. I miss working at least two jobs and going to school. I miss the freedom of it all. I don't even want to go out with some of my friends anymore because they only talk about money and the things they plan to buy. I'm happy for my friends' successes, but it's exhausting to hear how materialistic some of them are starting to become.

I'm definitely the struggle bus of the group, and this bus doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Pretty soon my jobs and work start back up, and I'll feel better, but right now I'm going to enjoy time with my family and friends back home before it's time to say goodbye again.

My friends rock, and I'm so proud of them for everything they're achieving. I wish I felt that way about myself sometimes, but I'm grateful I'm able to feel that way about people I truly care about. I'm a broke, single student, and that's perfectly okay. One day I'll get my shit together, but until then, I'll be just fine.

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Shoutout To My Parents For Giving Me My Best Friend In The Form Of A Younger Brother

He's not as bad as I first anticipated.


This is a story about my best friend.

I was lucky enough to have a built-in bestie from the day he came home with my parents and I immediately questioned who they stole the "creature" from.

My brother's name is Andrew and he and I have always had a catty but close relationship, which has developed into something I wouldn't trade for the world.

When we were younger we were the most jocular kids you could find and spent our days running around with our school friends shooting each other with nerf guns, hiding in every corner to leap out and give the other a heart attack.

We would hang out for hours until someone antagonized the other (Andrew was always the trouble maker) and yelled for our mom to intervene, or took out our ager by practicing our yellow belt karate skills on each other until our fake punches got to be too much and we would die laughing.

I never realized how special my relationship with my brother was until I heard how my friends talked out their siblings. My friends would endlessly complain about how much they hated their brother or sister and wished they were never born; and me, being who I am, would be shocked that they used the h-word, and tell them that they must still love them which they would relentlessly deny.

Seeing these failing relationships taught me to cherish what my brother and I have, and that is honestly the most important responsibility, and gift, I could've ever been given.

Looking back, the best childhood memories I have include him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. From founding the science club (his closet that we would do experiments in, and give our friends golf balls with their name on it as a key), to sledding down a three-foot hill in our neighbor's backyard for hours, to surfing and boogie boarding until we turned to prunes, to the endless games of HORSE we played (I don't understand how I'm still terrible at basketball), he's been with me.

Since then, our relationship has blossomed into much more than snow wrestling and movie binging; now as an adult, coming home from college is the most stress relieving and exciting time, because I know I get to hang out with my brother and talk about the most obscure things until he makes me get out of his room (because teenage angst, you know!!).

Thankfully, the required familial love has turned into a never-ending love for my best friend and little brother, and I can't wait to keep growing up side by side and to see what the world has in store for us.

ANDDDD HE'S 17 (as of the 15th)

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