Have you ever wondered when the time will come that some switch In your brain slides into an offensive position and you suddenly realise that you’re an adult, have responsibilities, an accumulating amount of debt and no direction in your life? Well I’m beginning to think this is a myth, you don’t actually wake up one day and realise you’re an adult. I mean, I’ve been told this all before but it made me wonder, can anyone really get away with being a child for life? Or at least is it possible to shirk the responsibility until lying on your deathbed?
I realised my dream last night. It’s not to be a Barrister. Well, I say that loosely. I do want to give it a try. Mingle with high society by night and help the people who need a voice by day. I reckon I’ll try it out for a few years, see if I can’t make some money BUT that's a job. My dream, my real dream, my one singular ambition in life at the moment if you discount the shrubbery of creating future generations because your cells are screaming at you from deep inside your genetics to reproduce, my dream would be to create a concrete architectural masterpiece.
Have you ever watched Relocation, Relocation and compared the properties on offer to those true works of art created by the individual on programmes such as Grand Designs? Well I can probably safely assume that I have seen pretty much every aired episode of Grand Designs and my dream is to have the money to one day dedicate 15months to the creation of my fortress, the home of all homes, my identity, my signature piece.
The exterior, a mix of ultra modern and 18th Century classic architecture will be surrounded by land and lakes and fitted with the best Bespoke interior fittings. Stairwells contracted to artists and craftsmen creating the furnishings. I want to produce a place of real joy and delight. I think £1.5million to show the world a piece of your soul is small price to pay and with what would work out at a £2million+ retail price, a good Pension Plan also. Of course now I’m dreaming…
In all seriousness though, my own house I shall build and you will all look on in awe (one day).
Back to my original statement, the one I made prior to running off on a tangent, Finance. In an age of financial uncertainty the world seems to have plunged into the depths of despair, with only the middle/ upper class and the recession-proof teenagers unaffected, credit is harder than ever to secure with rates rising and lending grinding to a Holt. I was procrastinating at around 3am today when a documentary about dressing up your credit rating appeared in front of my eyes on channel 4, or maybe it was the BBC.
As a lot of my friends know, I have to apply for a loan soon to cover the excess of my Bar Vocational Course, which I embark upon in September of this year. Now, 3 years ago this wouldn’t have been an issue but with the banks inability to borrow money and an unwillingness to then lend money in today’s age, borrowing a large amount is going to prove difficult. Help is apparently at hand though since if I cut off closed accounts, un-used cards and disassociate myself with joint accounts previously used to pay rent, my credit score should be in tip top shape.
It was all this thought of money, the prospect of going into full time work and starting a career in little over a years time that made me realise that with my 21st birthday looming in the wings, I will have to grow up soon…
Now THAT is a scary thought. What does it mean to ‘grow up’ and ‘accept responsibility’? Am I expected to settle down in relationships? Do I have to find more permanent residence, you know, make a house a home? Must I spend nights in doing mountains of ironing? Do I have to echo my flare for a minimalist style of interior on my Social Life? Is it a one night a week, one night a fortnight social calendar now?
I just don’t know what adult life is supposed to offer other than stress headaches and lots of Nescafe. I’m 20 (nearly 21), single and still enjoying my life and dancing to it’s soundtrack and sharing it’s monumiscent tones with friends and family. I’m the king of my own Castle and one day I’ll have a real castle to live in.
I think I’ve mumbled enough now, especially when I should be reading Statutory Authorities on Company Law. I am however going to leave you with something I’m loving at the moment…
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.