Well then get your shit together. Get it all together, and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it’s together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere. You know? Take it to the shit store and sell it. Or put it in a shit museum, I don’t care what you do, you just gotta get it together.
Get your shit together.
– Rick and Morty
The first thing you should know if you are reading this blog for the first time (and really just keep this in mind in the future as well, for all of our own safety), is that I have absolutely no idea what the hell I’m doing.
I’m a 23 (almost 24 – yay?) female living in Charlotte, NC with a cat named Earl and a lot of emotional baggage. I grew up in the not-so-lovely town of Bakersfield, California and went to college in the actually-pretty-much-the-loveliest town of Flagstaff, Arizona. After graduation I was feeling spontaneous and bulletproof, and I chose the furthest place on the map I could find without hitting water.
Over the past two years since I made the move, I’ve realized that:
- You can have a baller job and still be poor as f*ck if you act like an idiot (or sometimes, even if you’re not an idiot).
- College is a vacuum. It is surprisingly difficult and emotionally exhausting making friends and trying to date in the “real” world.
- You absolutely cannot hang like you did in college – put the vodka red bull and the cheeseburger down, b*tch.
Despite all of that, however, I have survived somehow (!) and I wanted to share some of my lessons learned, and hopefully figure out more shit while I do so.
Long story short, I don’t know what I’m doing, but neither do you, so get over it.