I had to add that tagline so you knew I wasn’t talking about politics. MUAHAHA NOPE I am very much a patriot and believe that the American Revolutionary War turned out better for everyone in the end. No, today I’m talking about the myths and lies that surround the terribly scandalous idea of living with your parents, preferably after the mature old age of eighteen years old. I had no idea I would be writing about this today, but good ole social media sparked the thought process: wow, a lot of young people still live with their parents and seem almost ashamed to mention it.
I’ll get my obnoxious opinion out in the open right away: YOU SHOULD NOT BE ASHAMED TO MENTION IT. We’ll talk about why exactly Dear Waffle Queen in a minute, BUT FIRST – I come to confess that I am one of these over-eighteen-year-olds who still lives with her parents. Want the details? Okay then but you’ll have to go without waffles. It’s either/or today I’M NOT FEELING VERY GENEROUS. Details or waffles? Details it is.
Society™ is something we hear mentioned a lot.* But what exactly is it? (Basically this.) Everyone following after each other’s example even to the extreme of having no idea why they are doing said thing in the first place. BUT LET’S JUST PRETEND FOR A SECOND that Society™ is a monster with small sharp teeth and a thirst for blood and waffles.**
Society™ is first of all probably disgusted by the fact that I live at the end of a little dirt road in the woods and I was homeschooled for the entirety of my small existence. BUT! There may be a small sliver of hope for me if I go to college. Society™ thinks I am bright and smart and I have Potential™ – I wouldn’t want to waste it on art. I ought to find a good job and a good man and adopt a dog and buy a house and have a family and pay taxes and be depressed by age thirty-two.
BUT I DON’T WANT ANY OF THAT. So Society™ concludes that I must be living with my parents – AKA huddled in the basement in an old recliner, writing this blog post and hoping to get through one more day of shirking household chores and waiting for Life™ to happen to me. (Because this plan makes a lot of sense.)
*At least I hear it mentioned a lot. In my house. By my own mouth. Because I’m a bit of a geek for psychology and the ultimate crumble of the world.
**Oh wait that’s me.
My friends probably think I have it made in the shade. (That is the friends who don’t get inside information from this blog muHAHAHA.) My friends probably imagine I am left alone in my very aesthetic bedroom to write books and music all day long – deigning only to the dinner table for food before returning to my art.
OR OR OR my friends think I have a boring secret day job and I’m just “trying to do music” or “trying to write a book” but lol it’s not going to make money because WHO MAKES MONEY DOING THAT?? Wait, did I say these people are my friends?? HAHA ALLOW ME TO CLARIFY.
Not to presume that my extended family thinks about me from one month’s end to another, but LET’S JUST PRETEND THEY DO. Half of them have no idea what my life is like. They probably think I’m in college with a boyfriend and a cat and a really pretty Instagram. And the other half who actually know a few things about me (that I sing, write, make waffles, etc.) probably assume that these things are more of hobbies than serious life choices. Basically, NOBODY KNOWS ME. But you will in a second.
I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS, OK?? I have never had an apartment, a “real job,” or a boyfriend – and I don’t plan on acquiring any of these items in the foreseeable future. My family runs their own business, which I am very involved in. (This is what we make if you’re curious.) It’s not a nine-to-five like most kids my age work, but that doesn’t mean it’s less intense. Because I’ve learned a lot from being involved in graphic design, photography, web design, secretary work, packing and shipping, production, public relations, marketing, and so much more. Not to mention I can say my mom and dad are #BOSS in more ways than one. ;)
In addition to working with my parents, I write books, I compose music, and I blog (DUH.) I plan to make a long-term career out of these three things. AND NO, THAT IS NOT “CUTE.” I know what most people think when they hear me say stuff like this – it’ll never work out. But guess what? I’M GOING TO MAKE IT WORK OUT. Music and writing is not a hobby for me – it’s a future. And while I work on building the foundation of a career doing something I freaking love to do, I’m working an actual job at an actual business – I just happen to never leave my house/garage.
SPOILER ALERT: it’s not. To be honest, it’s strange to be separated from your family. I remember once sitting in a hair salon listening to a conversation between two women sitting next to me. The first woman was describing how heart-wrenching it was for her to watch her daughter leave for college. I was expecting a pacifying “but you can’t hold onto them forever” to conclude the story, but instead she went on to say that her daughter was also sobbing as she left her mother and her home – crying about how she didn’t want to go to college. And I just sat there and thought…what??
HERE’S A GOOD IDEA: the mom doesn’t want the daughter to go to college and the daughter doesn’t want to go to college and they are both weeping as they part ways. UM…DARE I ASK IF WE ARE MISSING THE POINT?? Some kids are glad to leave home. Some parents are glad when their kids leave home. But if this isn’t you…why do everything the exact same way everyone else does? BECAUSE #SOCIETY OF COURSE.
Society™ is when we take our cues from the person on our left and the person on our right – we no longer look within ourselves to find the answer. We conform to the ways of others just so that we feel like we belong, all the while sabotaging our own beautiful brains thAT WERE BUILT TO, I DON’T KNOW, THINK FOR THEMSELVES?? Just because everyone else is doing something doesn’t make it right.
My family loves me and I love my family. I can’t imagine ever leaving home because I am perfectly content with my life. THAT IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF, MY FRENS. Does this mean I plan on NEVER being financially independent? Not at all. Despite my good British blood avoiding all talk of money, it would be pretty freaking cool to make a buck or two off my writing and music career. BECAUSE MONEY DOES THINGS FOR SURE. But it is certainly not the key to happiness. Don’t delude thyself.
And to the kids who are going to college and getting “real jobs” – I think I speak for everyone when I say: GOOD FOR YOU!! As long as you’re doing it because you want to and not because someone is pressuring you to live a certain way. Do what serves YOU, not what serves Society™.
But today I’m speaking for the people like me who still live with their parents and aren’t sure whether or not this is something to be proud of – because it’s really sad how many young adults still feel like “kids” just because they aren’t financially independent. IT’S RIDICULOUS. IT STEALS HAPPINESS AND IT STEALS PRIDE AND IT NEEDS TO BE STOPPED. All of y’all out there like me – don’t be ashamed of living with your parents. Enjoy them. Enjoy your life!! Financial independence might not be as fun as you predict it to be. It’s okay to be dependent on someone else. It’s okay to be loved and cared for by someone else. Maybe that’s exactly what they need to keep going: YOU.
I know, I’m getting all fiery today. I CAN’T HELP IT. What do you guys think? Do you still live with your parents? Are you frowned upon because of it? Or do you feel like it makes you “immature” or something?? SPOILER: it doesn’t. How are you going to rebel against Society™ today? And are you sad you chose details > waffles?? YOU SHOULD BE.