Welcoming… Adulthood?

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Hitting adulthood is just like hitting puberty, it’s sudden, it’s messy and it’s supercharged with emotions and thoughts that come creeping up on you by the time you’re soaking up the last twenty-something year of your life…trying to figure out if you’re really ready to be an adult, or if you just want to remainĀ  and live as an extended teenage version of yourself.

I recently turned 29, and boy it has been like another round of hormonal, emotional and psychological changes that make me want to crawl into bed and just…die? Nah- just kidding- I meant take a really long nap.

I’ve had quite an unstable life in my 20’s which seems legit right? It was a struggle finding a career I wanted and liked, it was a struggle to find the right guy , friends and whatnot, and it was a struggle to figure out what I’ll be doing by the time I’m a “grown-up”. Well, I guess I am turning into an adult now, only to realize it’s just another decade of living, yet a completely different phase of living, and here’s how:

1- Trivial things won’t affect you anymore- you washed your car and it rained? Big deal, it still smells nice on the inside.

2- Your poor time management skills that drained you over the years? GONE. You have a nice little routine for your everyday schedule, and sometimes you end up doing absolutely nothing at all, yet feel great about it.

3- You look back at all the crazy things you’ve done and said to family, friends, people, and exes, sober or drunk, and completely laugh about how stupid and childish you were. If it weren’t for those crazy moments, you wouldn’t be who you are today.

4- You develop an ” I don’t really care” attitude for anything that doesn’t sing the right notes to you, be it relationships, jobs, or friendships. It seems it’s easier to walk away from these things now than a few years back, your attachment issues are long gone, and your need for validation from people shrinks to…ZERO.

5- Your body gives up on you by midnight- wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, it’s time to go to bed. Bye bye “over-the-top” partying habits.

6- You can’t have your cake and eat it too. No, seriously. 1 slice of cake = 1 pound gained. What the heck metabolism? Why are you dying on me? Forget about pizza too.

7- You learn to appreciate your parents more, and start cutting them some slack.

8- You forgive yourself, and become friends with yourself.

9- You realize every person you’ve met added some kind of insight to your life, or helped shaped your list of what you want-or not, in people in your life.

10- – You read this and realize you’re not the only one trying to figure out how this adulthood thing works.

Growing up isn’t optional, it’s mandatory. It just happens and you have to deal with it. But it’s fun to keep a little spark of craziness inside of us to remind us that age is just a number, and life is shorter than we once thought.

Share your thoughts with me!

Daddy’s little girl needs a sugar daddy when she “grows up”!

 

 

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I live in a society where we reached a point of no return, when it comes to endless aspects of life.

I’m not the typical Lebanese gold-digging girl who goes out with highest bidder, I’ve been different since I was 2 years old. But as a 28 year old “adult”, I look around and feel like an outsider most of the time. What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with them? Who’s right and who’s wrong? Should i consider getting my first shot of botox now just to fit in? Umm-NO!

It’s a blessing to be born in a rich family, not that I know anything about that though. But why do girls grow up and turn into unproductive dependent slackers? Why do you need to be wearing your boobs out when you go out? Will you find prince charming that way? Will you reserve your place in his dirty mind and his fantasies if you look like a bimbo? What happened to natural beauty and educated women wanting to thrive in society on their own and build lives and not a legion of sugar daddies?

I am drawn to the conclusion that spoiled little brats grow up into becoming gold digging women with no interest in contributing to society, except when it comes to plastic surgeons and retail shops.

I don’t have one friend who looks like Maya Diab and for god’s sake if you do, stay away from me. I want to have an intellectual conversation about science, philosophy, politics, and I do NOT want to know how long it took you to get than tan and how well your nose healed after your latest “corrective rhinoplasty”- Yeah right.

Please do give your feedback about what I said, perhaps I’m mistaken.