This is just introduction to the point of this post; to ascertain whether I have 'grown up' or not. This is a reflection on the goals I set for myself in an earlier post.
It was already settled that I am able to 'pay my way in life,' for apart from accepting free payments from an Australian social security establishment when they feel generous enough to give them to me (which is never), I earn my own money and pay my own bills and buy my own stuff.
However, I may be able to earn my own money, but I am unable to manage it. I am still desperately in need of a budget and so far I have devised a temporary one until I get around to making a proper one: DON'T SPEND MONEY. EVER. So far it is going well. I have cancelled my upcoming costly plans which were to attend the Moonlight Cinema (sadface) and I have only spent $2 in the past two days, which was on a work-sponsored Valentine's Day Raffle. The prize was a bottle of red and a movie ticket, so I was clearly going to enter. Don't think I'm getting into the spirit of this Valentine's Day bullshit, because I am absolutely not! I merely felt I had to spend money to make money. And by 'make money' I mean drink wine. I also found $1 on the ground, so it's all coming up Cardwell for me. However, Hollywood-produced Up in the Air staring the very attractive George Clooney is calling me, and I may accidently end up paying for a seat in a cinema on Monday. This is a complete impending disaster for my finances.
Next, being able to get from A to B. I did it, I made it to Sydney (B) from Melbourne (A) all by myself (win). This gives me immense confidence. When I manage to do this in Europe, I will be completely satisfied.
Learning how to cook myself dinner is proving to be more difficult. Or cook in general. It is nearly as difficult as not spending money, because I always need to spend money to buy the ingredients I need to cook myself dinner. My plans cannot exist alongside one another, which is making my project to become an adult following my own deluded criteria rather difficult. Nevertheless, I have had a few attempts in the kitchen, not all of them failures. I made a banana cake thanks to the recipe a lovely Belinda Shapardon gave me. I baked this the same night of the frightful dinner I spoke of in an earlier post, and my dad had the audacity to say it was "the best banana cake [he] had ever had." So. He had room for my cake but not for the dinner I made him. This is making me angry all over again. I also made cupcakes for my friend Claire's birthday tea party, but they went the same way as the dinner I made for my dad. Unappreciated because there was too much food eaten beforehand.
On Thursday, inspired by my budget not to spend money unnecessarily, I whipped together a stir-fry using the ingredients in my kitchen like any accomplished cook would. However, I may have gone a little bit overboard with the oyster sauce. Nevertheless, I was extremely pleased with how my dinner turned out, and I ate it up and appreciated my own cooking like nobody else can. Tomorrow, it is my plan to make some jam and cream shortbread biscuits. I shall keep you all updated on how they turn out, and I shall not bother to share them with anybody this time. They will be for me, and only me.
Last, and certainly least on my list, is to be friends with my ex, which is a very mature thing to do. Unfortunately, the other side of the equation is acting far more immaturely than I am, and speaks of silly things like "pain and angst" and "it hurts me" in regards to my proposal. I cannot figure out why he/she might be feeling these things because they are a douche incapable of feelings.
So far, it is still too early to tell whether I deserve the respect of an adult. Only time will tell, and though I am amazingly mature, this year will definitely tell a lot.
In other news, I am miraculously cured of my ailment! My awesome immune-system did not let me down, and fought off my lymphatic cancer, and now I'm as fit as a fiddle!
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