It's odd, I've always wanted to "adult".
- Meaning, get my shit together.
- Meaning, get a career, get a house, decorate said house, have a long term relationship, maybe not get married but being the couple that looks out for each other.
I'm almost 30 now, I've been trying to reach this goal for 10 years now.
It. Is. So. Goddamn. Hard.
An important part of "adulting" is to have a good entourage. I have surrounded myself unknowingly but the wrong kind of people. The more I advance in life, the more they wish to see me fail.
I don't know where this mentality of tearing us down came from, but to those that practice this, you will never make your life better. Ever. You will eventually alienate everyone positive in your life, and you will end up alone with nothing to stand on.
Rant aside, to those affected by these, for lack of a better word, energy vampires, drop them.
Easier said than done, I know.
I was the one that wanted to make everyone happy. Most people unfortunately only care about their own happiness, and that burned me. I've learned to be selfish where it counts and I'm much happier now.