Ever get that annoying feeling that you aren't good enough? It usually comes out of nowhere. You will be sitting in your room, watching Netflix, and something in the show will plant the seed. For me, that show was "Fuller House." Honestly, the show seems like the cast was just bored with their lives and was like, "Hey let's do this thing." Though all the small jabs at the Olsen twins and Donald Trump are quite hilarious, the overall message just isn't the same as the original. However, at 2 a.m., as I watched the last episode, I began to question my entire life.
If you have yet to see the series, I apologize for the spoiler, so please skip this paragraph and proceed to the next. I was wrapped up in my cozy little bed, laughing as D.J., Kimmy, and Stephanie went stumbling down the stairs after Kimmy's bachelorette party, drunk out of their minds. They called Michelle and then talked about how they should call other people because their "She Wolf Pack" would be broken up because of the wedding. They decided that they would always be together and howled, laughing it off and heading to bed.
I finished the episode and went to bed annoyed by the ending. Because of this, I couldn't stop thinking about it and the stupid howling bit in relation to my own "pack." My best friend is getting married in May. She is in the Navy and we barely get a chance to talk as it is. My other best friend is contemplating moving in with her boyfriend in the coming year, or, at least, with her other friends so she can be out on her own. She is also in her senior year of college, so talking is limited to Snapchat. Then there is me. I have no idea what I am doing with my life. Hell, I don't even fully know what I am doing tomorrow, let alone what I am doing for the next year or more. How will I be able to talk to either of them after this? Will we even have time for each other? I mean, we barely have time for each other now.
Adding to that, my Stetson friend group is planning out their lives to such a degree that it is terrifying how much like adults they all sound. To make matters worse, they are all younger than me. They have figured out a way to budget all of their funds to either get an apartment off campus next semester or, at least, one of the Stetson based apartments and live without a meal plan. Where did they learn to budget like that? I still have no idea, but watching them crunch numbers makes me think of the stereotype of an accountant.
I am graduating with my bachelor's degree in two months and I still don't know if I want to go to graduate school or straight into the workforce and try to go back later, if at all. I have no idea where I will be living. I have no idea what I will being do. However, I am getting this piece of paper that states that I have this degree and should know how to be an adult by now. Then I remember this post:
Yes, there are others out there that somehow seem to be more put ogether than you are. For all you know, though, they stay up at night wondering what they hell they are doing with their lives, too. No one is as perfect as they seem. If they are, they are probably robots, and you don't want to be a robot. Robots can't eat tacos, and that is not a world you want to live in.
In closing: eat tacos and stopping worrying. There will always be a light at the end of the tunnel.
