Twentysomethings (1) Posted at 2:45:00 am 0 comments (+) Before I reached 23 years old, I was living three years in denial. I thought being 20s is just nothing. And I was still taking life quite easy because ~*college*~. As college life is basically the most fun part of High School 2.0, life was not that hard. I got friends, I got a side job, I had my whole time doing fun things.
Then I reached 23.
Admit it, the worst days of every twentysomethings were in their 23 where the twentysomethings have to graduate from fucking college and face real life. That ugly bâtard, real life. It's a part of growing up. It's a part of learning. And learning is grown up stuff. Grown up stuff is never easy. It is never is, ever.
Remember you learned to ride a bike in your childhood? You might end up bruised, hurt yourself and cried. Once you master riding a bike, you moved to the next level like riding bike and clapping your hand or jumping using your bike or riding bike and reading. The choice is yours, but one thing. You do it for fame, at least to let your parents screamed because they hated your intention to be a star on Ripley's.
When I was 23rd I was like riding the bike of life for the first time. I endured skripsi limbo, thrown into dreadful company where high school drama 3.0 was the only way to survive all the very life I got hurt me back and I almost lost my sane mind. PUTAIN.
On my 23rd I hated myself for not having a stellar job albeit the very drama I had to endure everyday. I hated my boss, my colleagues, my co-workers. Everyone. I only have a handful people I liked, one of them turned her back from me and some of them backstabbed at me. The backstabbers talked behind my back and badmouthed about me. Of course I was so much a thread on the office. I can speak English well, that's the problem. Almost everyone in the office only speak local. Some of them speak so-so English, and the only person who speaks decent English was my director. We talked in English and sometimes French. It made all the people in the office jealous. I'm young and talented. Very well liked by the office top. They spent their life talking other people at the back the whole day and wished to have a lot of abilities? You gotta kidding me.
However, instead of healing my mental bruised, I did not take the intended route like I was having once I learned to ride a bike. I busily bragged myself on the social media, showed the best part and performed the art of "fake it till you make it". I did it only for fame, the imaginary spotlight I made. Only a small amount of people knew I only faked all the things in my social media. Others convinced I got my dearest life in my early age. Which, sometimes, was great.
It was not always working though. All the people in my office tried to hurt me even more by yelling at my face for sports, talking worst things behind my back and bending facts for the sake of their own. I fought back and got so depressed. I even took sick days for the depression. Really, the toxic office took a toll on me andI got physical ill because constantly I was mentally ill. Some other times, I ended up crying in the office. I went to the rest room and I cried. I cried almost everyday with a "friend". I thought she was a real friend but all she cared about was actually herself.
In my 23rd, I wasted enough time and here came 24th.