Young Adult
I sit in bed, post bong rip, with The Velvet Underground and Nico playing in the background as I make a mental list of what constitutes being a successful adult.
A full-time job?…. with benefits?
A 401k?
A credit score of 670 or above?
Nice car, nice pad, nice gadgets?
A traveler?
Someone that actually works in the field they studied in college?
Married, with children? Nah.
Upper tax brackets?
I know, someone that doesn’t have time to sit, and ponder, and doesn’t like to get high, and probably hates art, especially the kind that just looks like globs of paint?
Because, I’m none of those things. I mean, I have a full time job, with benefits that are decent. But, I’m underpaid and my medical deductible is $150.00, which is a lot for someone that makes under $12.00/hr. And, yes, I just bought a really nice car, but a month ago I was driving a 2005 Nissan Sentra with a fucked up back bumper that seemed as if though I drove a giant crushed Pepsi can. And, I haven’t even made the first payment, so I’m not really sure how I’m going to react to this change in budget. But, I mean, how do you measure success? Is it a balance of everything on my list? Or is it staying true to who you are and your childhood dreams? Is it measured with merit, or does it increase through numerical increments?
I don’t know. I just hope that one day I’ll be able to double my c’s and s’s and experience success.
