A Baby Adult Takes Her First Steps

Is it too early to start reminiscing the good ole college days?

Sometimes, people ask me what I blog about. I’m not really sure what to answer, other than “life,” aka certain themes I encounter from time to time and decide to capture on metaphorical paper.

The current theme is not very poetic, but it’s quite clear: Dealing With People. Now that I’ve been an adult for a few months (quantifying adulthood by first full-time job), I’ve realized that in any position I’m in — whether it be professional or personal — I’m always going to have to deal with people I like and people I don’t like so much.

Perhaps it’s not a profound realization, but it is a shared truth among us. I don’t hope that in my future I will only encounter people I enjoy. Rather, I have come to accept that it is I who must adapt to the world, who must learn to deal, or just give less shits.

Whether it’s a coworker, someone’s partner or my mom’s friend who imposingly interrogates me at the grocery store every time, I’ve got to learn how to smile, nod and fuck off as fast as I can.

Is this a pessimistic adaptation to adulthood? Perhaps. Or maybe I’m finally relinquishing my need to be loved by people I don’t love so much.

P.S. I wonder if the ratio of tolerable people to intolerable people is a reflection of my tolerability.