Let's Talk About Series: Adulting

Let's Talk About Series: Adulting

Throw on old Spongebob episodes and I instantly turn into a goofy goober.

Welcome to the first installment of “Let’s Talk About” series. My plans for this series is to talk collectively about some of the thoughts, fears and my own inadequacies I currently have with my life. Hopefully I can help the rest of you feel better about yourselves.

If you're reading this right now this means that you probably read the title and are thinking the same things as myself. “I really don’t want to be an adult” ,“I’m graduating soon! I don’t know what it means to be an adult!” No worries my troubled soul because I too do not have the answers either. From the outside looking in, it appears that the essentials for “adulting” is as follows: House, car, mortgage, family, 401k, respectively in that order. Surprisingly, I have all of that. House. I live with my mom. Car. Thanks to my grandma. Family. My siblings are close enough. 401k. Now I’m getting too ahead of myself with the nine dollars an hour I’m currently getting. It’s been hard accepting that this is where my life is but hey no one said that it was going to be easy.

Let’s be honest we have our educational system to blame for that. Thank you school! I confidently know the majority of elements on the periodic table but still have to google search what a 401k plan was before writing this article. Other than the materialistic standpoint of “adulting”, at times I feel that my personality has not yet matured. I’m 20 years old but turn the television and throw on old Spongebob episodes and I instantly turn into a "goofy goober yeah!" I’m someone who will probably fix themselves a Kid Cuisine (cause who doesn’t like hot pudding?) before just putting a Alfredo dinner in the microwave. I make sticky notes of all the things I need to do yet I lay in bed watching Rick and Morty.

I set my alarm for 8 in the morning. I do this because I want to get started with my day ahead of time and feel productive. So when I finally get up at 11’ o'clock, I realize that I played myself.

I do try to partake in adult activities such as reading for fun which I use to do in high school but should Twilight even be considered as a serious read? I’m currently reading Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (and other concerns) by Mindy Kaling. That counts right? I apologize to all the adults out there but there is no way I’m reading the Constitution for fun. My knowledge of politics go as far as Donald Trump being president.

It gets strange when you get older. Your friends no longer want to party or have sleepovers rather they want to get coffee from Starbucks and talk about Sandra’s baby shower. Congrats, Sandra.

Adults do not even know what it means to be an adult. Let us come together and just face the facts that we are big kids now. Say it with me:

We are not adults.

We should stop trying to be.

So, go ahead and watch the next rerun of Kim Possible friend.

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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