Midlife Crisis @ 18

I believe I’m going through a midlife crisis at the age of 18. Whenever I make a mistake, I think to myself, “I shouldn’t have done that; I’m practically an adult.”

But I’m not an adult, not really. I mean, legally I am, but that doesn’t count. I still live with my mom. I’m still working at my one and only job. I don’t pay bills. I don’t have my driver’s license.

The other day I probably would’ve fallen for a scam call if it weren’t for my mom intervening, and my heart still drops to my stomach whenever I think back to it. That was so stupid of me. I think the reason they almost got me is because my phone always says “Possible Scam” as the contact when scammers call me, so I immediately deny the call. But that wasn’t the case that time. 

Who’s a smoothie?

Okay now, I’m speaking from the future here. I had to take a break because I didn’t really have anything else to say. But now I do. I have been fired from my job, and my biggest concern is that I didn’t get the last word in.

The reason I got fired was getting into one too many arguments with the owner of the place, Tropical Smoothie Cafe. Two arguments to be exact. 

In my defense, the first time we got into it, I didn’t know he was the owner. I just thought he was my manager. Also, in my defense, it was my first job. Lastly in my defense, I was in the right both times. 

Unfortunately, I learned too late that whoever’s in the wrong doesn’t matter when you’re an employee and your opponent’s your boss. I blocked his number and deleted his contact. Then deleted two of the apps that had anything to do with the job.

But that leaves me with two coworker numbers. What do I do with them? Should I send them a final farewell before blocking and deleting their numbers as well? They’re not necessarily my friends, but they were kind. The best part about all of this is that my shyness (and the opinion that there’s little to no point in talking to my co-workers about anything but work) made it so I didn’t form any close bonds at the workplace. That and I’m pretty sure I get to keep both shirts and my visor since he didn’t say anything about returning them. I did give him a chance to do so.

This all happened around 1:00 in the afternoon yesterday, and today I blocked him sometime around 6:00 pm. He either forgot or was too angry with me to talk any further (which I highly doubt. Firing one employee shouldn’t cause any anger. Nor should a ten-minute argument over text). Or he allowed me to keep them? Regardless, I’m keeping them. 

Back home

Although they do hold some bad memories, maybe over time, they will go away.

Like the time I ran my mom’s car into the garage. That happened sometime during the end of February. And all the stupidity and embarrassment I felt have mostly subsided. 

Maybe that’s me. My favorite color is red, but I have very few red belongings. 

I am still a teen. My hobbies consist of learning languages, playing video games, reading, writing, and watching movies. My favorite movie at the moment is Call Me by Your Name, and my least favorite is Ten Things I Hate About You.

I want to be a famous writer in the near future, so I can see what people have to say about my characters, and maybe one day have them end up on the big screen. I really enjoy the idea of being known by a lot of people.