Like, all of my friends are adults. My spouse is an adult. My parents and brother are adults. I know and like many adults. But I don’t want to write for them. Or God forbid about them.
They’re just so…boring. It’s like, “Oh I have a mortgage. I buy six pairs of identical khaki pants at a time. I take care of children and watch the television program CSI.”
I admire people who can make that crap into the stuff of interesting fiction, but…yeah. No.
Tbh this is one thing that used to keep me awake at night wondering if i should kill myself as a teen it was like a last resort type of thought like “well i mean it’s not like it’ll get any better when i grow up i’ll just be boring and life will suck even more” and now that i’m an adult i gotta say fuck all that noise bruh
Mortgages suck and sometimes it’s mundane the things you worry about but a. the worries you had as a teen were likely just as mundane and b. that doesn’t mean life stops being fun or interesting when you’re an adult just because you have serious typical “grown up” responsibilities
i mean i’m married and we live in our own house and pay a mortgage and have to worry about things like insurance payments and mowing our lawn but we also play video games and go out driving at night and talk about stuff like cloning and artificial intelligence and we try to find spooky places to go to and sometimes we just go out and stay in cheap shitty hotels or just go to random places because we can and it’s fun and interesting
growing up=/=boring robotic life we need to stop perpetuating this idea that it does because it sucks the joy out of a lot of young adults lives and creates a seriously intense worry that doesn’t need to be there
you don’t turn into some boring piece of shit as soon as you turn 18, or as soon as you can drink, or as soon as you have an office job. Maybe your life got boring because you bought into the idea that you had to “grow up” and do a bunch of specific things and adopt certain traits and qualities but don’t try and say adulthood is just bland and boring for everyone because you are dead wrong friend
p.s. your spouse is boring? you’re an ass
p.p.s. that’s not to say you should write about adults or whatever man write about whatever you want but 4 real you just kinda sound like a dick
Anything can be interesting. Even if it looks boring at first glance, if you look at it differently then it might be damn well fascinating. Like, watching paint dry isn’t terribly exciting. But then if you consider that paint dries on the wall but not in the can because of vapour pressure, and then think about entropy and the forces that hold things together, or at least all the glorious and hideous colours paint can be, that’s more interesting. Find the fun bits.
And besides, a lot of high school was pretty boring, too. Repetition of homework problems - we did the same unit on fractions for like three years - exams in the same format every year, classes that dragged on for so long I learned how to draw just to pass the time, assemblies three times a week that were predictable as my worst jokes, that kind of thing.
But I also had friends that made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed myself, and I learned how neon lights worked and our chemistry teacher would show us that thing where carbon shoots up out of a beaker, and I won an essay contest by explaining my hatred for stem and leaf plots, and sometimes instead of having biology class we’d go to the farmer’s market, and I went to robotics competitions and did quite a lot of things that I found interesting. I don’t see why adulthood is going to be much different. Sure, there’s going to be mortgages and insurance and booking my own dental appointments, but I’ll also sign up for an art class, and I’ll play Nancy Drew games with my friends, and learn about black holes and relativity or go to Antarctica, and maybe one day I’ll even learn to stop using such long run-on sentences.
John, look at how your and Hank’s videos led to Nerdfighteria and all these other things and tell me that adulthood is always boring.