I'm.only 18 And I Feel Like I'm.dying

Okay, unpopular opinion time. I'm 18. And I feel ancient. Like, Indiana Jones discovering a forgotten temple ancient.

Seriously, am I the only one? Everyone else my age seems to be thriving. They're backpacking through Europe. They're building empires on TikTok.

Meanwhile, I just successfully made toast without setting off the smoke alarm. Small victories, right?

The Weight of the World (or Laundry)

Maybe it's the pressure. The “What are you going to do with your life?” question haunts my dreams. It’s like a persistent mosquito, buzzing in my ear at 3 AM.

College? Career? Finding a matching pair of socks? All equally terrifying.

Don't even get me started on taxes. I still don't understand them. And adulting? It's basically just doing chores you used to get yelled at for not doing.

Existential Dread and Instagram Filters

It could also be social media. Everyone’s highlight reel is so…highlighted. They’re always at some amazing party. They're always on a beach in Bali.

I’m usually on my couch, covered in a blanket, watching reruns of The Office.

Is that so bad? Probably. Should I be doing more? Definitely. Will I? Maybe after this episode.

Plus, dating is a minefield. Ghosting, breadcrumbing, orbiting…It's exhausting just keeping up with the terminology.

Give me a good old-fashioned handwritten love letter. Actually, maybe not. Too much pressure. Just a text saying, "Hey, wanna watch The Office?" will do.

The "Back in My Day..." Paradox

Here's the weird part: I catch myself saying "Back in my day..." Sometimes I even catch myself thinking about my knees. My knees!

I’m eighteen! I shouldn't be worrying about joint pain. I should be out dancing until dawn. But the couch is just so…inviting.

And the silence! Oh, the sweet, sweet silence. It's a precious commodity these days. Especially when you live with a family who communicates primarily through yelling.

Embracing the Mediocrity (Kind Of)

So, yeah, maybe I'm not exactly "dying." But I’m definitely feeling the weight of impending adulthood.

The constant need to be productive, successful, and generally amazing is draining.

Maybe it's okay to just…be. To enjoy the simple things. To not have all the answers (because who actually does?).

Maybe this feeling of being ancient is just a sign that I’m starting to appreciate the small things. Like a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. Or a good nap. Or finally understanding a joke from The Simpsons.

And you know what? Maybe that’s not so bad after all.

Who knows, maybe in a few years I'll be backpacking through Europe. Or building a TikTok empire. Or both!

But for now, I'm going to enjoy my toast. And maybe take another nap. Because let’s be honest, those empires aren’t going anywhere. Right?

Plus, I need my beauty sleep. Wouldn't want to look *too* ancient, would I?