{"id":4380,"date":"2018-10-02T10:42:30","date_gmt":"2018-10-02T15:42:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=4380"},"modified":"2018-10-03T09:31:32","modified_gmt":"2018-10-03T14:31:32","slug":"forgetful-youth-pt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/10\/02\/forgetful-youth-pt-1\/","title":{"rendered":"forgetful youth pt. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

I know I write quite a bit about youth and childhood and blah blah blah but I feel like a legitimate forgetful youth right about now. I’ve been really reminiscent and I just kind of wish I could go back to the days when smiling was a lot easier and the school work was a little simpler and the kids didn’t judge you so much. I don’t really remember the happier feelings from back then. When I was younger, I constantly talked about how I couldn’t wait to turn 18 and that I was going to immediately leave home without any care in the world because I wanted to be an adult. I wish I could punch that Imani in the mouth lol. I mean, I am excited for that independence but the fear of it is way stronger than my excitement. I mean, come on. Who wants to worry about finances and work or having to pay the bills or rent on time? Literally no one. It just blows.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Lately, life has really been hitting me in the face. Every time it does, I think to myself, “Hey! Two years and you’ll have to be on your own! You know how you stress now? Multiply that by a few thousands and boom! That’s adulthood. You’re gonna do so bad. <3 ” And that, my friend, is my exact thought process when anyone asks me what college I’m going to go to or what I want to major in or even where I’m going to be in the next 10 years. Heck, I want you<\/em> to tell me<\/em> where I’m gonna be in the next 10 years, Auntie<\/em>. Because, I sure as heck don’t know. All these future responsibilities drive me mad and I’m not even a senior yet. I can only imagine how they feel. I keep saying that I’m going to ‘live in the moment’ or ‘live for right now’ but in reality I stress out over so many things that I won’t even encounter in the next 3 years. Crazy, right?<\/span><\/p>\n

I just hate the fact that I tried to grow up so fast at one point that I wasn’t able to fully enjoy my youth. I was so ready to be like the other kids and I was ready to throw away my childish ways for their acceptance but what even is a group of snot-nosed rug rats’ attention compared to that sweet child-like happiness that you feel. In the end, those people didn’t even matter. It was just the happiness that I felt. However, I wasn’t grateful to that and I wanted to leave behind that sweet happiness and become a forgetful youth but I’m so tired of being a forgetful youth. So, screw it. I’m just gonna have to get my memory together and remember better.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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