sábado, 8 de octubre de 2016

Being a young adult is awkward too.

I could begin with an introduction of myself but that doesn't make sense if you already assumed that I'm an awkward wizard. Shall I explain why I am an awkward wizard? I should but if I don't, I hope you will keep reading to know why or stop reading here because you are too lazy or my non-native English is intolerable. I understand both, no regrets.




My favorite book says that The Island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards. From the towns in its high valleys and the ports on its dark narrow bays many a Gontishm an has gone forth to serve the Lords of the Archipelago in their cities as wizard or mage, or, looking for adventure, to wonder-working magic from isle to isle of all Earthsea. Of these some say the greatest, and surely the greatest voyager, was the man called Sparrowhawk, who in his day became both dragonlord and Archmage. His life is told of in the Deed of Ged and in many songs, but this is tale of the time before his fame, before the songs were made.

That's surely a great way to begin a story. I cannot surpass it, especially in this occasion because I'm also an awkward writer. Anyway, why would anyone want to be an awkward wizard? That's a nonsense. Let's talk about another nonsense. I'm an awkward adult.

Emmm...noup.
Probably everyone thinks that is an awkward adult too but you only confirm it when you begin living alone. Every time I see my new apartment I can confirm it, I can describe it as an ecce homo rebut version or something like that.

My suspicions began the first week. I was soo stingy, rather than poor, to but things so I started to watch out every dump in my neighborhood for furniture. My surprise was that soon I got two chairs, a bed, two bookcases, and a center table. Does it count as a point for an adult or an awkward adult? I still cannot figure it out but at least I was contributing to the Planet's health...well is a good excuse, isn't it? 

But when I opened my mailbox after three weeks I really realized the bottom of my current situation. When you live with your parent you know that every single letter will belong to someone else, especially the bills. So, knock knock, guess who have not pay any bill since his arrive?.



Is tough to be an awkward adult. 

Another funny thing that has being happened to me is that everything seems so expensive the first week until my girlfriend called me and conclude that I don't know the price of the grocery store because I don't go to the fucking grocery store. 

So that is why I am only eating eggs. The last day I brought 24 eggs because I broke twelve eggs. Have you seen a bag of eggs caught and ate by a bicycle wheel? I recommend you to see that scene, it is hilarious.

Oh, I almost forget to tell you that it took me two weeks to assemble one of my bookcases. The funny thing is that it served as a perfect excuse to not clean my apartment for those 2 weeks...and probably a few days more.



Awkward wizard rule #1: Open your mailbox at least...more often. 

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