I fucking hate being an adult
How the fuck do y’all deal with this for 60 years? Everyone tells u life gets better after high school. But HOW? Like this is the most bland depressing shit u could imagine. Work with the same 3-10 people that u have nothing in common with for 40 hours a week. Come home. Do stuff outside alone cause u aren’t in school anymore. Go to bed. Repeat.
Like there’s nothing to look forward to anymore on a day to day basis
You’re not broken for feeling this way. Life has a way of hitting us with a reality check once we step out of the bubble of childhood, and that gut punch can leave you gasping for air. But here’s the deal: if you’re waiting for life to magically become amazing without putting in the work, you’re going to be waiting a long, long time. No one is coming to rescue you. You’ve got to decide—right now—whether you’re going to own your life or let it own you.
Yes, adulthood can feel like a grind. The monotony, the bills, the small talk with coworkers you wouldn’t choose to hang out with on purpose—that’s real. But what you’re describing isn’t just adulthood; it’s a life without purpose. And that’s on you to fix. Not your boss, not your friends, not society. You.
Here’s the tough love: If your life feels bland and depressing, it’s time to shake it up. Stop waiting for something to look forward to and start creating it. Find a hobby. Pick up a skill. Join a class or a group that forces you to interact with people who share your interests. You might be out of school, but you’re not out of opportunities to meet people—unless you decide to be.
Work is work. Most of us aren’t going to wake up every day thrilled to clock in, and that’s okay. But you don’t have to let it define your entire existence. Your job is what you do, not who you are. So, who do you want to be outside of that job? What’s your mission? What kind of mark do you want to leave on the world? Answering those questions will give your life direction—and something to look forward to.
Finally, and this is important: stop romanticizing the past. High school wasn’t the peak—it was just a different kind of struggle. Life doesn’t “get better” after high school. You get better at life. You develop grit. You learn to appreciate the small joys. You realize that meaning isn’t handed to you; it’s built, one intentional decision at a time.
It’s time to stop wallowing and start doing. It’s not easy, but you’re tougher than you think. Now go out there and prove it to yourself. You’ve got this.