We don’t want no devil’s in the house tonight.
If I were to die today, tomorrow’s headline would read “27 Year-Old man died while shielding little girl from gunfire while simultaneous fighting off pack wolves during devastating earthquake.”
That’s right, I’m going out in a blaze of glory.
My problem though is the 27 year-old man part of the headline. 27 year old man. Like shit, that makes me sound old. Like really old. Like, oh well, he did live 27 years of life. He’ll be okay.
So I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately…
What makes an adult?
27 years old but I’m immature AF.
When I see an elderly couple hold hands, my first reaction is like “Gaaaayyyy”. True Story.
I’m a giant kid at heart. That’s the one thing that hasn’t change about me. Because I’m loyal to my ideas; my beliefs. The world has yet to change me to my core.
Sure, I do adult things: work full time, go the gym, go on dates, hit up bars, etc… But I’m so much more than your average.
I read comic books (I prefer you call them graphic novels though), I collect watches, I play video games, I keep up with the latest tech news, I like movies, I’m an audiophile and so on.
So what make’s me an adult?
I have theory:
We become an adult when we start dealing with stress. I’ve been very fortunate enough to deal with very little stress growing up.
Never did I have to worry about where I was going to sleep at night, or if I had food for dinner, or if my life was really in danger.
I know life is though, and for some of my peers, they had to deal with real shit early in their lives. Pending pregnancies, family fights, tragic accidents, money issues.
Imagine dealing with that shit in your teen years. There is no choice but to accept life for what it is. That’s the key.
Now, I’ve had my low’s in life. Don’t get it twisted.
Ladies and gentlemen, Big Ern has been broke for a very long time. The financials have played a huge part of me growing up and dealing with it.
Thoughts of suicide have popped off before. Just thoughts though. I think it’s pretty normal. Who hasn’t thought about what would happen if you died right now? How many lives would your death effect?
That shit is scary to me though. I know I’m loved. And I know my passing would effect those who truly care about me, and I just can’t do that to them.
But what are we living for?
Is it that wrong of me to not want to have kids? Why should I conform to the social norms and get married? What if I don’t want to get married?
These are the questions that have been buggy me lately.
Truthfully, I’m happy. I am in a good position.
Yes, it could be better, but I am way better than I was a year ago. I’m very bless. I know this.
Kanye West once tweeted, “There are always going to be struggles no matter what level you are in life” Or something like that. I don’t know, go look up the tweet.
And it’s true.
There is always something that is going to be a struggle for you. But at the end of day, what those struggles do to me, still don’t faded me to my core.
Yes, I can be arrogant, moody, misogynistic, and a bit of an asshole. But I keep myself in check and acknowledged my own faults.
At least I don’t walk around like some of you jackasses and just annoy people by rhetoric. I’m looking at you, Trump.
That’s my life. I’m a self identify man-child with issues and I’m okay with that.
I don’t want to explain my self anymore than that. So just…
Tell my baby I’m back in town! *Young Thug’s Voice*
[Perfect!] *Street fighter voice*