In the past year I have slowly (emphasis on slowly) found a small piece of independence that had not been granted before now. Our culture lives by independence and really only considers you an adult once a certain level of independence has been obtained. Ever since I was a little girl, independence was all I wanted. It seemed to be so “mature” that of course it was desirable to a girl like me. My mom always tells me the worst part of my childhood was skipping the being a child part. I wanted to surge into adulthood and would rather talk to those older than those my own age.
Now, I have these little snippets of independence. For the most part, that’s great, and I want to see more of it. There are other parts that are not exactly fun, but I can handle it at the moment. Then there are these things that I never want to have to make the decision. I thought I did, but now I have completely changed my mind.
Everyone blames the president and other leaders for the downfalls. They all have their opinions on how it would be better. But a tremendously small percentage of those who complain and “could do it better” actually run for office. My life and the decisions within it seem to be similar to this.
I’ve spent plenty of time whining about the decisions that have been made for me, but now I would almost rather have no say than say something about which I have a very limited knowledge. I have no idea what to do with what I’m supposed to do. What makes anyone think I have the remotest clue about how to handle issues which I would rather never confront. I want to avoid the things I am unsure about how to handle. I absolutely hate learning the hard way. I would much rather now have someone make decisions of which I can complain about later if it does not prove successful. It’s not like that though; I am who will face the effects of my decisions. Hello World.
