My Bank Account and Other Complaints

While life is all well and dandy here, with all this learning and growing and experiencing and stuff, this is not to say that stresses don't exist. Not to be an utter Debbie-downer (have you ever wondered who Debbie is and feel bad for her? No? Ehem, anyway), but this is what's going on in my mind, so to write a post about anything otherwise would just be dishonest! Here is a list of the current stresses in the life of me. This is in no particular order.

1.     My bank account

2.     What am I making for dinner tonight? (COOKING IS HARD).

3.     My bank account

4.     How the * beep* do I get there? (I say while I squint at google maps in middle of street, sucking up my limited cell phone data)

5.     What’s that one editor at my internship’s name again? SHE’S TOLD ME 3 TIMES ALREADY.

6.     Grocery shopping decisions: should I get this cereal, or one of the other 2938539870 options? Can I afford this? And do I even like tea that much or do I just like the idea of it?

7.     Being a coffee addict without a coffee maker

8.     Am I trying to do too much at once? Or not enough?

9.     ISP. What am I going to do.

10.  My bank account

After seeing my stresses visually represented, I suppooooose you could say these stresses aren't just a separate entity from the program, but are just another integral part of the learning and growing and experiencing and stuff. 

Either way, I reserve the right to keep complaining. With these stresses, I'll continue searching for answers and with enough time they'll sort of solve themselves. 

Either that, or I'll end up homeless on the street. 

It's a cruel world out there folks. Just think of poor Debbie. She started complaining about her stresses, trying to mentally cope with them as I have done, and she got a colloquial expression named after her and her woes. Poor Debbie.

--Silvia