How to screw up easy mix pancakes in 10 easy steps

One would think it would be hard to screw up something as simple as easy mix pancakes. Let me assure you, it is quite possible, as sad as it may sound.

1. Enter the kitchen with over confidence
2. Don't read the instructions
3. Throw away the instructions
4. Act like Gordon Ramsay
5. Don't read the instructions
6. When you notice there's something off about the mix, continue in denial that it will get better.
7. When you later try to fix it, add water, oil, eggs and mezena with a hopeful heart
8. Don't read the instructions.
9. Taste the sludge, experience an epiphany, now scratch through the dustbin for the instructions, read them, feel like a moron. Imagine Gordon Ramsay asking you "how do you f#@$ up a premix you silly cow???
10. If you have followed these easy steps, congratulations, you now too can screw up a premix. ANY premix

 I am now completely depressed by this unfortunate event. I'm going to find myself a nice corner and have a good cry

The end. Die einde. Fine.

The band year has ended, my last band year. The place I felt safe and happy most of the time is gone now.

Everything ends, I know that. This time it's just scarier and sad. Finishing with the band is like a confirmation that I'm on my way to live my life. The one after school. I absolutely hate school, but the idea of growing up scares me. I am so unsure of everything.

I thought I would have had everything figured out by now. A certainty to calm me. I should know by now that life doesn't work that way. Being dependant on myself sounds great, but I know that there will always be times that I want my mommy. It doesn't matter how old or smart you are, there are just some things that only your mom can make better.

I'm a momma's girl and I'm proud. If all else fails call mom.

Stressing up about the small stuff.

I am once again starting to contradict myself.

As times change, emotions change along with them most of the time. Today you might be worried about something that seems incredibly important, but if you look back on it within 1 or two years, it seems mind numbingly pointless.

I think a person becomes someone different every few years, even if it happens slowly or really spontaneously. Not different like a contrast, just a new way of thinking or doing things. It's what people do, eat, poop, sleep and change, and not as in diapers. We as humans are stuck in moments that aren't supposed to be permanent. They're just temporary feelings that WILL change.

Obviously we don't think about things like that. All of us are a little selfish deep down, somewhere inside we do think of ourselves and what to protect and avoid for our own good. Even if it hurts people. Imagine how life would be if you thought ahead?? If you knew what was really important, if you didn't stress the small (temporary) stuff. Life would be, easy.

In my case I freak out about stuff and then, the next day I know it was completely idiotic. As unstable as I am sometimes, I enjoy these moments of having an epiphany. I also enjoy using words like epiphany. But that's beside the point. Bottom line: I am not crazy, all the time anyway.