13 going on 30... err... 24?

Do you feel unaccomplished? Like a kid? Annoyed you still have a curfew at the age of 24? No? Okay, it's just me, I suppose.

I am fully aware of my age, but if you saw me RIGHT NOW, with my glasses and no make up, you would think I am just an over developed 13 year old. Being EIC is NOT easy. I knew it was going to be heavy workload, but I wasn't prepared for the lack of intelligence writers were going to insult with me when they give me lame excuses on why they can't make deadlines - even when I have given them a month -_-. Why do I look like a 13 year old? It's because I have been breaking out, from stress! No bueno.

Growing up, my parents made sure they always took care of me and my brothers. I never broke a bone, I was never sent to the hospital for anything serious, I was hospitalized once when I was 12 because I got really sick, I had no surgeries. I think my parents did a good job, however, it kept me afraid from the world as well.

*****IF THERE ARE ANY PARENTS READING THIS*****

MAKE SURE YOU READ 

THIS 

NEXT 

LINE!

Over protecting your child is NOT A GOOD IDEA. Spoiling your kids WILL LEAD TO YOUR ABANDONMENT IN A NURSING HOME! I do appreciate my parents taking very good care of me, but I hate that I double guess myself. As EIC, I should be walking around like I am the shiznit, but I do not. I often question my authority and forget that I call the shots. I will not let people walk over me, especially when they are waiting and watching for my demise. To be honest, I never feel like my own age anyway. I dated this guy for 5 years (that's a blog of its own that I do NOT have enough time to post) and he always babied me. From ages 17-22, he never let me grow up and I found out the hard way that life is not going to baby me forever. Once I got out of that hellhole of a relationship, I sat down and straightened out my life. It's been a rough ride, but I enjoy being an adult... except the whole trail and error thing... man, do I HATE  the error part! I love working and making my own money and I love giving money to my parents, brother and even my boyfriend (another blog, most likely explaining why I enjoy giving him money).

Sorry, I'm ranting when I promised I'd try not to... my point is, I feel like I am not up for this position. I am just flipping out I won't do a good job and everyone will know I am a failure. At least my adviser will understand if I want to drink while I edit these articles... esp. the bullshit ones -_-... 

I think I am done. 

And I think the following picture captures my frustration.

courtesy of funnypicturesofcats.info