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08-05-2016: An Introduction...


I’m turning 22 in ten days.


And where am I? What’s my life situation? Well, I’m a freshman in university, so that’s one thing. In fact, my first year is practically wrapped up now. Only waiting for the few remaining credit points to show up in my student “profile”. And praying to every deity ever worshipped (despite personally believing in none) that I passed the entrance exam for the pedagogical studies. And still desperately trying to take it upon myself to finally do that health survey thing I’ve been procrastinating for two months. And waiting to hear back from the rest of the places I submitted a summer job application to, half-eagerly and half-afraid.


I’m also still living at home. With my parents. In a sense, I don’t really feel bad, since I haven’t felt entirely ready to move out yet. But at the same time, I do feel bad, but not because of societal pressure or anything of that sort. Rather, I feel bad still living at home because my mother won’t shut the fuck up about my sense of responsibility, even though I’ve made it clear that she doesn’t need to be worried.


Or does she?


I will hand it to myself that I
can be responsible when I actually want to be. The dog needs to be taken care of, and I happily oblige to that. If the dishwasher needs to be emptied, I’ll do it without complaint. If the laundry needs to be done, I’ll get the laundry done.


But for some reason, when it comes to responsibilities involving social communication, I feel as though my will to take care of them has seen a steady decline in recent years. I should contact my godmother about whether she can arrange me some work or not, but I keep failing to bring myself to pick up the phone. I always feel like it takes a punch on the cheek - a
punch, not a slap - in order for me to initiate anything that involves social interaction to any extent.


Even worse than my sense of responsibility, though, my mother won’t shut the fuck up about my screen hours. Yes, I acknowledge that I spend almost every waking hour of my life sitting at the computer. What she fails to realize, however, is that I also spend every single one of those hours productively. Well, more or less anyway.


The computer is essentially my central “hobby hub”. Whichever of my hobbies I choose to spend time with at any given moment, it houses all of them - video games, music, level design and writing, not one any less dear than the other. There is one thing it can’t house, though: traveling.


I love traveling to new places. Hell, I love almost anything new, be it a place, an experience or a technological innovation. Alas, as much as I would like to travel more, it’s only a dream at this point, because not only is my financial situation at an all-time low, but two of the other hobbies I mentioned eat up most of my money.


I wish finding work was easier. I wish things were cheaper. I wish the office that provides me with my monthly student’s paycheck gave me more money. But above all, I wish my hobbies would make me money, especially my music.