I spent the morning researching pension funds and deciding on my ideal risk portfolio. When exactly the heck did I become an adult and how does one make it stop, please?
I’m an idealist, a capitalist, an artist, a Zionist, a realist. I’m cynical, logical, nonsensical, paradoxical, and practical. I’m something to everyone and I wonder who really knows me. I’m naïve, sardonic, intellectual. Intense, analytic, pragmatic, religious. I get euphoric on life when no one is looking, and I always think that I’m faking it when I cry. I’m a chameleon, a conformist, a rebel, a geek. There’s little you can say about me that I haven’t thought myself. Especially the good things. Especially the bad ones. I am my choices, minute by minute.
I’m self-aware, self-conscious, self-confident, self-centric, selfless. Self-deluding, self-effacing, self-important, self-doubting. Self-reliant, self-indulgent, self-righteous, self-sustaining. Self-assured, self-contradictory, self-determined. Self-editing, self-contained, self-controlled, and self-appointed. And loving every minute of it.
5 comments:
So what is your risk aversion level?
Nowhere near my adulthood aversion level.
Can't find a place to land your piles of dough? :)
I too hope to become an adult one day! Everybody should take finance seriously!!
Keep blogging!!
This is Nancy from Israeli Uncensored News
you became an adult when you went shopping for work clothes. that was the beginning of the end, my friend.
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