There are two major decisions that I've made this past year that are, what my parents have termed, as responsible. The right decision. Even though I wish I could have made the wrong one.
Now, I should probably clarify: I actually made these decisions myself. My parents, my friends, nobody forced me to make one decision over the other. I made these decisions, which means the consequences, the actions that subsequently followed my decisions, were of my own choosing and I can't blame anyone but myself.
These decisions, you ask? Well, the first one has to do with my writing: a publishing house actually offered to publish my book. Of course, I was ecstatic. This was my dream come true. My mother, of course, reminded me to do some research in the company, especially since they wanted me to buy author's copies. I had never heard of an author buying copies of their own book, and they weren't paying me anything either to publish my book. So I looked into it, and while the publishing house is legit, it's a pretty shady establishment. And here's the thing: I look at my publishing house like I look at a potential boyfriend. I'd rather be alone than in a bad relationship just like I'd rather be unpublished than published by a bad publishing company. It sucks, but I knew it was the right decision.
My second decision was even harder because I really, really wanted this: the Eminem concert. I've literally been counting down the days and I've been waiting - waiting - to see him in concert. I've loved the guy since fourth grade, right? So when tickets went on sale for this KROQ festival with him headlining, I jumped on it and bought two tickets. No, I thought that I had seats and that he would open the festival - at noon, like the tickets said. Well, two days beforehand, I was looking up some information on it, and it turned out that no, Eminem wasn't coming on until 745 at night, there would be no seats - standing room only -and it's in Fontana, a place I've never been to before and was at least an hour away. In order to ensure I get good standing, I'd have to get there early and listen to bands I really don't care about. Seriously, once I saw Eminem, I'd be heading home. By that time - at night - people would be drunk, pressing up against me, I'm not guaranteed a good spot, spilling their alcohol on me, in a place that I'm not familiar with... As much as I love Eminem -and I would die defending him how amazing he is - it just wasn't worth it. So I decided not to go.
I knew I made the right decision both times because it felt right when I made them. I wasn't sad - bummed, sure, but not sad - and I knew something better would come along.
Like building character.
Being responsible.
An adult.
I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this.
Well, at least my twenty-first birthday party will have a Jack Sparrow impersonator.
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