No time for nothin'
Welcome to adulthood.
Time is relative. Apparently, “the rate at which time passes depends on your frame of reference.” as I googled to see what I could say to sound smart.
Since I’m somewhat done with my “miserable phase” and don’t want to jump from the balcony as often, there are many things I want to do. But I can’t find the time.
I can’t agree more with the visualization above. I guess this is how adulting works. You are allowed to do anything you want but now you have tons of responsibilities and only limited amount of free time. But without a doubt, I would rather want to do so much but not find the time than to have so much time and want to do nothing other than sleep.
Impression of you
Unfortunately, I am an over-sharer. Whatever is in my head, it will probably come out of my mouth. If it’s something that might hurt or offend anyone, I try my best to filter them out. But when it comes to myself, I say whatever.
“I am an introvert.”
“I barely leave the house.”
“I am not an active person.”
Yada yada.
Then people get to say:
“You wouldn’t feel like that if you just did X more.”
“It’s because you are a Y.”
Excuse me? What gives you the right to label or define me? But then it hits me—they're only feeding me back my own words.
Those labels I use for myself is how people create an impression of me. It’s not just small-talk that will be forgotten.
I should better stop calling myself names if getting associated with them or hearing them back might annoy me.
So I take it back. I don’t want to say “over-sharer.” I am just someone who likes emotional honesty.
Btw
What makes you excited these days?
See you in the next one,
Aycan