Today I finally signed my life away first apartment lease in the city.
I was super nervous on the train this morning, thinking that my not-so-trustworthy broker was leading me into a horrible trap like:
All I could think about was how much money my mom and I were about to hand over:
No sooner had I started contemplating how my social life would be non-existent this year, when my mom began lecturing me on the importance of getting a job, and budgeting my money, and not going out, and saving, like:
And I know it’s important so I sat there and listened like:
Then I started talking about how I already have an interview for a job, and I’ll get a second job if I have to. The more I go on about this, the more horrified my mother seems to get. She looks at me like:
She says, ‘I don’t want you to worry about it that much though, you’re still in college and you should focus your efforts on school.” I’m like:
Was she not just talking about how I need to find a job and help her out with expenses? As soon as I mention concrete plans about being independent, she gets all:
Two seconds ago you were chastising me about money, and now you’re telling me that I should enjoy my time in college. CONUNDRUM.
Do your parents ever go bipolar on you?