First Day as an Adult?

“So,” you may ask, “what does a fully adult Jorge do on his first day of adulthood?” Sleep in, and then drive home to get yelled at by his parents. It looks like adulthood really hasn’t changed how others treat me, all that much.

Also, I don’t know when I will get the domain. I guess it costs money to buy things. So far adulthood isn’t that fun…

I did see Brielle for a bit. All I can say is that she’s cheating on me with chips and salsa (mostly salsa), and that is why she likes me. Because something about the relationship between being Mexican and salsa. Okay.

Am I really an adult, though? I don’t know. This entire day is so, so weird.

This post, truly, reflects the weirdness of adulthood.

What is marriage? What is the point/purpose of marriage? I ask myself, at age 18, thinking there’s a chance I might not ever get married. I’ve also been convinced for the last 18 years that I would die before age 18, by cause of some freak accident. So, I’ve been wrong before.

I’m at least grateful that people will forgive me. And that I can forgive people. Hopefully you can forgive me writing this post.

Today’s Daily Gratitude is for my phone, for having seriously awesome tuneage for trips to and from my parents house. Honestly, phone, if it weren’t for you, I’d go crazy by myself in the car with all this driving by myself I’ve been having to do lately. At least with you I can listen to awesome tunes in my vehicle, and sing (scream/howl) along.

Peace!…

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