We’re only human.

I’ve struggled this week trying to come to terms with my self-professed failure… When I had this sudden epiphany where my perceived expectations of myself, and what I believed others expected of me would actually render me to be superhuman. So, today I’m going to talk to y’all about the most mundane topic of all. We’re human.

We’re human because we’re going to get heaps of awesome opportunities in life, and we’re going to proceed to mess up these opportunities in the most ungraceful way possible. We’re going to let opportunities slip through our fingers because we’re too busy thinking about things that don’t matter in life, or things that shouldn’t take so much dominance over us. We’re going to struggle to stay in the present and look towards the future because we dwell on things in the past.

This is basically the workings of my inner-mind in the past week. I’ve basically been living in my sea of perceived failures due to my ‘screwed up opportunities’, and I’ve gotta tell you all that that stuff really messes with your idea of yourself.

There are many factors why I felt this way.
1. I was at the pinnacle of my mind’s mountain of stress. My mind’s been severely struggling to cope with the fact that the holidays are well and truly over. Whilst university undoubtedly inspires growth… At the same time, it has the ability to null any and all brain activity. I would blame the 4 month summer holiday, but hey, you can never blame the holy-grail which are the holidays. Throughout the month, I’ve felt brain dead. I forgot how to university.

2. My unrealistic expectations of myself. I feel that any opportunity that I’m blessed with, I should and will take advantage of it. The truth is, as I mentioned before, is that chances are we’re all going to miss or screw up opportunities… And it’s normal. If we never made mistakes, then we would all be at this godly level of awesomeness right now, so much so that I don’t think the world could actually handle it. However, unrealistic expectations of oneself will lead to disappointment. It’ll lead to self-doubt and all the ugly stuff.

So, I’m not sure if this will help anyone, but it makes me feel a bit better at least.

Don’t expect more from yourself than what you know is actually possible. Don’t believe that you’re blessed with this ability to never make mistakes or that you’ll never stumble on the odd problem. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. Be inspired to be the better version of yourself, but make sure that it’s actually achievable. Just remember, there are things you’re going to screw up in life, but there are also going to be things that you do so awesomely that it’s incomprehensible. Just don’t be too hard on yourself like I’ve been this past week, because the feelings are not nice with this one. Not everything’s gonna go right, but not everything’s going to wrong. If you get knocked down, there’s only one way to go, and that’s up.

Until next time, my friends.

Kylie out.


Talking about our generation

Another week, another very late post. So, I started a second section on the same post to compensate… Which is a lie of course, this was actually written and revised at two different points, so I went a little off topic and had to cover it up some how.

I’m sure the older crowd can agree that there are more problems with our generation than what I’m going to be talking about in this post. Such as our undeniably good looks (insert sarcasm), the deafening manner in which we blast our music from the back of the bus, the cavalier way in which we quote our ‘first world problems’, and the general indifference we show to and for the public etcetera, etcetera. The list basically goes on, so I won’t bore you all with ‘101 reasons’ why douche-bags have conjured up this unfavourable stereotype for the younger crowd.

What I will be talking about, however, may not relate to the whole of our generation, but it sure as hell comprises the majority of us. This problem is that we expect things to come to us without us having to work for it. We give up before we’ve genuinely tried. We’re basically a bunch of pussies. It’s not even just deadshits that face this problem, it’s the intelligent ones that face it just as hard. We’ve grown up believing that the greater the education we have, the more chance we have at leading a greater life. But from there, we might come out of uni thinking, “Well, I’m educated. Why aren’t people queuing up outside my door?”

It’s kind of my problem when it comes to job-searching. I’m not sure at which point along the line I caught the temperament of a little bitch, but I started to take it extremely personally when I didn’t get a fancy personalised email encouraging me to reapply for the job again. I started to doubt any and all skills/experience I’ve had in the past, and just decided to crawl into a little ball to revel in the feelings of being unwanted.

So, here’s the problem. We, Gen Y, expect things to magically fall from the sky and into our hands. The thing that some of us struggle to understand is that these magical fallings are based on pure luck. If we don’t communicate what we want, we aren’t going to get what we want. If we don’t go-get and we just sit back and expect things to happen for us, things aren’t going to happen. If we don’t try hard enough, we obviously didn’t exhaust our potentials to the point where we deserve these magical fallings. A good example would be grades. It’s not the teacher’s fault for marking you badly, and you shouldn’t hate the teacher for doing so. There’s a highly likely chance you got the grade you deserved from the amount of effort you put in.

I feel an obligation to insert a cheesy quote here, so, “When life knocks you down, you grab life by the collar and do unspeakably awesome things with it… Like go-karting… And pub-crawling.”

Another problem that isn’t actually our fault:
We’ve always been told to ‘dream big’. We shun people who settle for a mediocre life, and we’re constantly told we need ambitions. Ambitions aren’t a bad thing, but when we’re given a whole bloody library full of words we should aspire to be, and an encyclopaedia of all jobs available, it’s pretty damned hard to choose. There are so many options that some of us fear that we’ll pick the wrong combination. A combination that we won’t be able to live up to, or something that people will find completely useless.

We’ve been taught by our parents that we can do whatever we want… As long as we believe’. Except a problem that has constituted countless conversation I’ve had with a lot of people my age is that we really don’t know what we want. At 5, I wanted to be a firefighter. At 12, I wanted to be a teacher. At 15, a psychologist. At 18, someone in the media industry. Now, I’m studying business. A degree that is a stepping stone into the unknown.

The potential cause of this is because of every year leading up to before we’re kicked out into university or colleges… Every single damned year before that, we’ve had our hands held. We’re given a set of rules we need to follow, and a list of things that we need to do. Then from the moment we’re out of high school, they ask us to think about what to do with the rest of our lives. It’s like this quote that I keep seeing around, “We ask 18-year-olds to make huge decisions about their career and financial future, when a month ago they had to ask to go to the bathroom.” How are we supposed to suddenly know what we want when we’ve had to primarily rely on others for the majority of our lives? When we’ve had the fate of us peeing ourselves rest in somebody else’s hands?!

We’re told we shouldn’t settle for mediocrity. That we should aim for that ‘ideal lifestyle’ that movies, cartoons, magazines and adults constantly promote. Except my question in the end is: What’s my idea of a perfect life? And where can I buy one of those?