The perks of being immature as fuck -R

You know you're irresponsible when your parents organise for somebody else to feed the pets while they're on holiday, even after you told them you'd be home all week :(

I'm not thoroughly dependable. Since I was five years old and started school, regardless of whether I was scoring A+'s or failing classes, one factor remained constant; the teacher's comments about my distinct lack of organisation. For the entirety of my final year of high school I think I made it to homeroom like seven times.

Last year, some friends and I took a trip to a music festival in Tasmania over new years. There was a big group of us so I sat back and let everybody else do all of the organising, and ended up with two duties. Here's what I was supposed to do: a) book my flight to Tasmania, and b) book a bus ticket to the festival.
This is what I did instead: a) booked my flight on the wrong day, and b) did not book a bus ticket and then realised they were sold out.
A couple of the others decided to book their flights early too so that worked out nice and dandy. The bus was more of an issue given that the festival was around 2 hours from where we were staying (believe me, I considered walking.) But in the end I finally got in contact with my mother's gay-brother's ex-partner's cousin's nephew, who hooked me up with a ride, and although they spent a large portion of the drive talking about drugs while I sat there like a scared innocent little nymph, they were actually really cool people!

I'm not advocating getting into cars with strangers, all I'm saying is, without a little immaturity, you mightn't be exposed to new situations.

EG. the time that I challenged my friend's dad and two brothers to an eating competition at Pizza Hut. Admittedly, if I'd eaten my food like a lady I wouldn't have walked away with the worst stomach ache of my life, but nor would I have left with the satisfaction of beating three grown men to claim the (possibly self-proclaimed) title of "Food Queen."

Furthermore, if you're prone to being immature, you get a lot more respect for the times when you do act good. For years when my parents had guests over I would immediately disappear into my bedroom, sneaking slyly past the guests to get food at meal times with averted eyes, avoiding any form of communication with the strangers that had entered my territory.
Nowadays not much has changed! But I can spend five minutes chatting pleasantly with the visitors as I fill a plate with all of the food on display, then wipe my hands clean of responsibility and disappear for the rest of the night and parents are proud as punch!

But overall, I am the way I am because, at least for me, it's WAY MORE FUN. At one point I was renowned for being the too-drunk-girl, and while I apologise to anybody whose night has ever been ruined by me (and believe me, if I ruined your night there's a fair chance I ruined my own), without these experiences I wouldn't have stories to tell!
Like the time I woke up in my friends Uni apartment with a seriously injured toe, with vague memories of aquiring it while trying to break into her uni kitchen to make a toastie. Then when, later in the day, I went to get something out of my purse and literally found an entire meat pie sitting in there, with no recollection as to how that came to be.
Or after my birthday weekend, when I woke up to my friends making jokes about bicycles, thought they were all completely crazy until they showed me a video of myself running up Swanston St screaming "I'M A BICYCLE!! I'M A BICYCLE!!" and demanding to be allowed to run in the bicycle lane.

Even while I pity this woman somewhat, I also hold a large
 degree of respect for her for being such a badass.

For me, the stories are what make me who I am. I find nothing more hilariously entertaining and likeable in a person than the crazy stories that they have to share with me.



I've experienced a lot in my life. I have a lot of opinions, and I'm constantly thinking about the "hows" and particularly the "whys" of life and questioning my own ideals. If you want an in-depth conversation about morals and values then I'm your girl. I'm not dumb. I'm not unintelligent. I'm not intellectually less than any other person. I'm not even completely sure that I consider myself entirely immature. But if that's what I am then hell, I'll own it. That's the way I live my life, and the sole reason that you're able to read this blog! Love it or hate it, the point is that I'm having fun, and I hope that however you're living, you're having it too! xoxo -R