Is this all a normal thought process?
So I’m 21 and I’d really like to just live on my own. I have nothing against my family but I’m just tired of having to do things for them and would like to just focus on myself. I’ve talked about this a bit before, and one commenter made a good point, saying that people were telling me to grow up, but they pointed out that wanting to live on your own IS growing up.
But that’s a whole other issue. You see, for about the last 11 years I’ve felt conflicted about if I really wanted to grow up. I remember being 10 years old and being so insulted by being called a little kid, because I didn’t truly feel like one, and I hated how people assumed I couldn’t do things just because I was young.
I’ve talked about this before on here, but at that age I thought I had it made. I wanted to own a house and drive a car at that age, and assumed it was some sort of prejudice against kids that made me not allowed to, and I compared it to things like racism. I was too scared to talk about it though, and maybe deep down I knew I wasn’t really ready. And I think that’s the main conflict: I see the benefits of living on my own, but I realize that it comes with it’s own set of challenges, and I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with them.
But I made it so ingrained into my head that age limits are a form of prejudice that even today, long after I’m above many of them, it’s still hard for me to reconcile them. Plus I’ve talked about my fear of driving extensively on here, and just when I was ready to get through it stupid covid happened, and now I’m back stuck with my thoughts, when I felt like I finally rationalized my way through the years worth of ocd (luckily I saved a text I sent to my mom about it so I can look at it when I need to be reminded of how irrational I’m being).
I guess the overall issue is that I want to be more independent, but I doubt my capabilities, and my past makes it more difficult because it feels like I’m compromising my morals. I should also mention that I took one semester of college and before the pandemic it was still difficult, but afterwards some classes got worse while others got easier, and I’m not sure if I should go back. My dream is to be a writer and I’d love to live somewhere free of distraction where I can focus on my writing and nothing else.
Does this all make sense to you? What advice do you have? Thanks in advance.