Growing Up Is A Scam

When I was a child, adulthood looked like paradise. Adults could eat biscuits before dinner, sleep whenever they wanted, own televisions, travel without asking for permission, and, most importantly, nobody could tell them to wash dishes after supper.

To my young mind, turning eighteen was like graduating into heaven.I couldn't wait.I would watch my parents leave for work every morning looking so important. My uncles walked around with car keys dangling from their fingers as if they owned the world.

Neighbors discussed land, businesses, and politics while we children were being chased away for making noise.I remember saying to myself, "One day I'll be an adult too. " If only someone had looked me in the eye and whispered, "My child... ignorance is truly bliss.

"The first betrayal came with school. We were told to study hard so we'd finish school and finally enjoy life. Fair enough. We studied. Some of us even became experts at pretending to read while actually daydreaming.

Then came college.Again, we were promised that once we graduated, employers would be fighting over us like customers fighting for discounted sugar.We graduated. The only people fighting were graduates competing for one job that required ten years of experience for an entry-level position.

Excuse me... where exactly was I supposed to get ten years of experience when I had just graduated yesterday? Life remained suspiciously silent. The older I get, the more I realize adulthood is basically paying for things you used to get for free.Water? Pay. Electricity? Pay.Internet? Pay. Peace of mind? That's premium membership.

Even breathing sometimes feels expensive. As children, we wasted electricity like we...