I don't know about you but when I was growing up, I couldn't wait to become an adult and do adult things! Oh how I wish I could be able to turn back the time, when life was a lot more simpler and the biggest decision I had to make was to choose between getting chicken nuggets or a cheeseburger with my Happy meal.
When your a tiny tot you aren't told that you have to budget, that everything comes at a price (that saying money doesn't grow on trees, is unfortunately very true) and yes there is a thing called taxes. This is when you receive your wages thinking core I earned a good wage this month, to then realise that is what you would earn before you pay your taxes, which then in turn makes you feel that you have been robbed as you work your bloody arse off!
Even at the age of 25 when I finally passed my driving test, I didn't realise that fuuuucccccccckkkkkk it's expensive to run a car. That though you may have passed a test which allows you drive, you have to pay out for insurance, road tax, a yearly MOT, servicing, paying out for anything that needs repairing or changing. Oh and the fact that petrol can be pretty pricey too! For my first car I had a beat up Volkswagen Polo (I may have gave Tin Tin those dents, but that wall was in my way). It still cost me (and my mum she saves my arse way too many times) a few pennies to keep it road worthy. After having Tin Tin for over a year, I decided that I would treat myself to a new car and chose a red Fiat 500 which I adore. To be able to buy a new car I got a car loan, because I'm hardly in a job where I am rolling around in a lot of dosh (though I hardly think I am the only person who is in the same boat as me). It feels like I have more outgoings than what I have incoming, which to be honest feels like that most of the time! Though I put my hands up to say, that I'm not fantastic with this thing people call budgeting.
In the beginning of the year I put down a goal to learn how to budget, while also putting some money aside. Well it hasn't gone too well, let's say it's a learning progress. Dave find's it hilarious that I start off an sentence with " Next month I will", as he knows that I have saved up absolutely nothing and more than likely struggling to get to next month's pay day, as for a while now I haven't been really putting any money towards getting groceries.
I do feel that when I went to school there should have been lessons around practical things you will have to do when you are an adult, like budgeting for an example. It's all good having general knowledge and learning facts, but do I really need to know how many wives Henry the Eighth had? Unless it came up as a question in a pub quiz then it would be helpful. By the way, he had six (if you didn't know your welcome). Anyways, I would have rather been taught that being an adult is expensive. Here are some tools to help you learn how to budget, cause Tamara you plus money plus shops, minus near enough all your wages you get each month. Also like being taught, that meeting boys mixed with partying adding alcohol with a pinch of low self esteem and a handful of self loathing, would be a recipe for disaster, tears and tantrums. What can I say, I was a bit of a twat/drama queen when I was younger, but I always had plenty of juicy stories to tell.
Looking back at times when I was a kid, I have to say that I do feel grateful that I grew up during the time when people weren’t technology obsessed and played outside. Not like today, when most kids are obsessed about having an I Pad or wearing the latest shit pair of trainers that come out these days or wanting to spend so much on designer make up. I was very happy with wearing collection 2000 and Rimmel. Even when you are an adult you have to deal with childish behaviour and playground games which to be honest is just tiring. It is easier being a kid because you would be honest with each other, hug it out and then get on with it. Not when you’re an adult Oh no, there is manipulating along with blatant lies, which is way more frustrating and damn right rude.
Writing this piece, has made me notice that at any age, life can be tough, hard, exhausting and an absolute minefield. But having had said that, most of the time adulting can be fun, exciting and joyful.