I love being an adult because you know what actually happens when you run your car into a curb and scratch up the bumper?
Nothing. You get it fixed, or you donβt. Whatevs.
You know what actually happens when you are depressed or sick or on your period and donβt cook dinner?
Nothing. You still get to eat something, nobody scolds you, it doesnβt have any real bearing on your future success, and you donβt get soft shunned for a week by your family.
You know what actually happens when you break stuff, forget stuff, get sick, fall asleep, are rude, miss a flight, donβt know how to do XYZ thing on fixing cars or canning food or whatever, lose things, get lost because you canβt read a map and forgot to charge your phone, buy the wrong groceries, plant the wrong plants, not make your bed, make your bed wrong, jump on your bed, sleep on your bed, eat crackers in your bed, have emotions literally anywhere?
No one can hurt you, and if they do there are laws saying they canβt and that itβs an actual crime with legal consequences.
All there are are outcomes and different paths and different problems and different situations and you just bumble your way forward into dealing with those and thatβs it. Thatβs the whole thing. Itβs not the wrong choice, having problems isnβt indicative of your inherent badness or inadequacy or lack of applying yourself. Itβs just life, and itβs happening to literally everyone.
You just do stuff and nothing bad happens. Walk around existing? Nothing bad will happen. Wild.
You can cry. In public. And the most likely outcome is not that you will get taken away to receive the beating of your lifetime, it is that people will mostly ignore you and some will be kinder to you. π€―
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