Money, Money, Money: The problem with reality

Photo credit: Photodisc/Getty Images

Photo credit: Photodisc/Getty Images

Today I moved into my new home for the next 8 weeks: A house in a respectable neighborhood, quite close to the city’s university.

Little did I know that not only was I expected to pay this month’s rent, but also the $400 deposit that neither the landlady nor the previous tenant had told me about.

Here lies my frustration: It’s a lot of money due within very short notice.

The problem is not finding the money; no, the problem is that it’s a lot of $$$ due at a moment’s notice. I think most college students would agree that they either become very depressed or very anxious at the idea of so much money leaving their bank accounts in one fell swoop.

This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed that the world is far too addicted to those green slips of paper and shiny cards the size of your palm.

It’s really depressing. Here I am, in fact, here we all are, trying to make something of ourselves in this huge world where no one seems to care about how you’re struggling to pay the rent and trying to pursue your dreams without letting them go. It isn’t a lie: the world is a harsh place to live in.

It’s a fact of life that thinking about money and struggling over it will get you down. The key is to not let it get to you. The key is to use it as motivation to succeed and make something of yourself.

Writing this, I’ll be the first person to take heed of my own advice. I’ll be the first to say that money makes things worse and better. I’ll be the first to use that frustration and turn it into something that I can overcome.


My roommate abandoned me for some guy on Tinder

My roommate recently downloaded the Tinder app, which, for those that are not familiar with it, is like the guilty, raunchy version of eHarmony. You download the app on your phone, create a profile and begin to “play” by either swiping left if you don’t like a person based on their looks or swiping right if you do like them. Also, they can do the same to you.

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of it. However, it is the first time the app itself has affected me or someone I know. In this case, that person would be my roommate.

I began to notice something was going on when she became even more attached to her phone than what is usual for her. She’d laugh at random moments and constantly be moving her thumbs rapidly across the keyboard of her iPhone.

I wasn’t sure what was going on with her until I asked who she was texting.

“Some guy on Tinder,” she said.

At this point, I thought, “Tinder? What?” and then I remembered the app that made easy hook-ups even more simple and accessible for college students. I couldn’t believe she was using it.

It took her a couple of days to meet a guy and invite him over to our apartment. Needless to say, I was surprised by how quickly their acquaintance had moved from the online app to living room introductions that went something like this: “Guy meet Alexia, Alexia meet guy.”

Why is it necessary for young adults to meet people on apps (not even a website) in order to find someone to either hook-up with, date or just text. What happened to the organic way of meeting people?

I get it, we’re generation X or Y or the millennials, whatever label you want to use. We’re the generation of people that are super savvy at technology and making technological innovations. We’re the generation that will find a way to create [insert highly advanced technology here].

My point: How did it become normal to meet random people through your phone and invite them over to see if you like them or not?

The outcome of the night was my roommate deciding she didn’t like him. It took her a few hours and him a bottle of red wine and a tub of cookie dough. Now, she’s working on finding the next Tinder guy.

I’m curious: Would you ever get a Tinder account? If you have, what have been your experiences?


Dealing with impending adulthood

As a 20-year-old college sophomore (I don’t use nouns because, like Britney Spears in the movie Crossroads, I am not a girl, not yet a woman) I’ve had a year to get accustomed to situations that come with being an adult. Without parental help. Through the last year, I’ve realized something grievously important: How does it make sense to let young people between the ages of 18 and 22 make life changing decisions about their future careers when they haven’t even lived a quarter of a century?

When I realized this problem, I also realized that I was the only one capable of letting society know that it could shove all of its expectations of getting a job by the time I’m 22 out the window. While I do hope to be offered a job by the time I graduate from my four year institution, I also don’t want to feel pressured into entering the workforce solely because it is something that is expected of me. I want to experience life first. Isn’t that what LIFE is about? LIVING?

I’ve had moments where I feel unhappy just thinking about how my time as a carefree student is ending. Does entering the world of adults mean I can’t plan to visit places like New Orleans with my friends? Does it mean I can’t wait impatiently for Bonnaroo or Coachella anymore? I still have dreams I want to accomplish. I don’t want to slowly leave them behind just because a 9 to 5 job is demanding my full attention?

The real problem about adulthood is that people eventually settle. Which is incredibly frustrating when you think about how your approaching that moment in your life where all you are worried about is a paycheck you can survive on. #thestruggleisreal

While it doesn’t make sense to ask someone in their early 20s what they want to do for the rest of their lives (because they haven’t lived life to the fullest yet), it’s great to be in our 20s because these are the only years were we can be completely self-centered.

Think about it. Once we get married and have kids, we can’t necessarily decide to pack up and take a road trip with friends. We have to see if we have money, time in our schedules, call a babysitter, see if it’s cool with the hubby, etc, etc. It’s almost impossible to have some down time for ourselves, period. So, be completely selfish while you can. Do whatever you want. Live life how you’ve always dreamed your 20s would be. Don’t settle until the majority of your dreams and goals have been accomplished, because once you stop and settle down, you’ll have less opportunity to see those dreams through.

I would rather…

…live life without a care for what people think about what I do.

For example, I really want to travel. I want to experience the world — even if it means I go by myself — just as long as I get to celebrate the experience of being somewhere new. I feel this incredible urge to just get up, leave and DO something. It’s hard because all of my instincts, everything that my mother instilled in me, is preventing me from doing that.

The older you get the more restrained you get. At first, it’s either your parents or societal obligations holding you back. As you grow older and gain more responsibility, though, I’ve learned that its the fear of the unknown that prevents you from pursuing dreams.

And that’s a problem when you’ve been a dreamer from birth.

Yet, I’ve realized that I cannot continue to live my life in fear of the unknown. Otherwise, what kind of life will I live? A boring one.