Am I a pessimist or a realist?

Welcome to my life as a millennial

I am currently lying in bed, forcing my unfortunately dark brown eyes to open whilst stimulatingly throwing motivational quotes in my head, in hopes that it will get me out of my comfort zone, and into the real world. Since I was young, people would always say that difficulties in life will make you a stronger person, more specifically a stronger woman. Why is it, that every year I get older, yet the difficulties only get harder and I’m left feeling weaker than ever. This generation is obsessed with glorifying peoples weakness, making it seem that failing at something is actually an accomplishment. Yet, the same set of people are popping anti-depressants, anti-anxieties, starving themselves, binging, editing their photos and the best yet, getting plastic surgery just to appear more appealing on the outside when in actual fact, it is their personality that needs work. Do not get it wrong though, I fit into this generational norm in more ways than I would like to admit. More often than not, I obsess over irrelevant and materialistic things. Although it’s something I am not proud of, it just is what it is.

Ah, the pleasure of living in the twenty-first century, almost anything you want is accessible, all you have to do is sign a deal with the devil, aka your bank, get that credit card and swipe, the purchase is yours. I remember the day I got my first credit card, I literally ran out of the bank and into the nearest store to test if it worked. Sadly it did, and boy let me tell you, my card needed to be iced after all the swiping it did that day. The worst part of it all was that both my closest friends and my boyfriend warned me about overspending and how long it takes to pay off the debt. But do you think I listened? Nope. I seemed to pick up the trait that a lot of people in my age group share, it is called listening with an ego. Essentially, listening with an ego means I am sitting there listening and engaging in the conversation however, in my head I am convincing myself that I am different. How many times do I have to prove to myself that I was wrong and that instead of just listening to advice, I actually take it? As the years go on, I have come to realize that it is easier being the friend that gives advice rather than being the one that needs to take it.

“Ah, the pleasure of living in the twenty-first century, almost anything you want is accessible, all you have to do is sign a deal with the devil, aka your bank, get that credit card and swipe, the purchase is yours.”