Okay so I probably don’t have any right to be mad about this, but the funny thing about being mad is that it isn’t always “rational”. So SUCK IT UP because I am about to go on a rant.
One of the worst things about becoming an adult is that no one really tells you what you’re supposed to do. It’s complicated as all hell but doesn’t come with an instruction manual. I mean, there’s school, but how’s linear algebra going to help me pay my rent on time?
The simple answer is: it isn’t. School prepares you for uni, sure, but not for life.
The reason I’m particularly mad about being thrown into the deep end of adulthood is because I’ve done something kind of stupid and I don’t really know how to fix it. I realise there’s an obvious answer here, all I really need to is look up ‘plumbers in Melbourne’ and give one of them a buzz, but thing about being a part of a generation raised texting people is that I hate to call anyone. For anything. If there was someone burgled my house, I’d probably just cut my losses. There’s no way I’d call the police.
The thing is, I don’t really think there’s another way to fix this problem. I have to call someone. Blocked drains in Melbourne don’t just fix themselves, and I can’t live with the constant flooding any more. I just can’t. At this point, my carpet is so mouldy there’s no going back. Why didn’t they teach basic life skills at school, like how to fix a lightbuld or unblock a drain? Last time I tried to fix a lightbulb, I BROKE IT. There’s a light in my place that’s always off because I broke it. Seriously, I need help here. I am not qualified for this.