Why I’m So Salty: An Essay

I don’t consider myself a “salty” person in general but sometimes I’m saltier than the Dead Sea. For those of you who don’t know, salty means:

Being angry, agitated, upset

Thanks, Urban Dictionary.

What am I salty about? Glad you asked. Sit down and get prepared for the diatribe of salt that’s about to spew from my fingertips.

I’m salty because I live at home with my parents.

I love my parents but I left home at 18 and showed back up at 21. It’s been an adjustment for everyone involved; I think we’ve pretty much settled in to a routine by now but sometimes you need a little more freedom. Besides, you cannot sound cool saying “yeah, we can just go back to my parents’ house and chill”. Can’t. You sound dumb.

It’s been great having their support and being able to save money but sometimes you need a little bit of a break.

I’m salty because my Lush Dirty bar is almost done. Again.

I love Lush with all my heart. The products are good for your skin and good for the environment. With no animal cruelty and their tendency to use vegan products (so no animal fats to clog my oily skin!), Lush has quickly become one of my favorite brands. The only downside is the price. For $10.50 you can buy the Dirty massage bar and it’ll last you a month. A month! That’s $126 a year. I guess I can afford it since it’s not like I stop by Starbucks on the daily. But dang, it’s hard to drop that kind of money on a little lotion bar.

I’m salty because I need to go to the gym.

I haven’t been since November and I have a desk job. You do the math because that’s all I have to say on the subject.

I’m salty because my boyfriend’s deployment homecoming date keeps changing.

When is he coming home? No one knows. I don’t know, he doesn’t know, no one knows. It’s really great– I love being totally in the dark about my future. It’s not like he and I have plans or anything.  I do understand the need to keep everything under wraps due to safety concerns but dang, we didn’t even have a month when he was coming home so we have no idea about anything.

I’m salty because I have $60,000 in student loans and no idea where to start paying them off.

I racked up a ton of debt by going to school. But it’s fine, I’m not worried.

*cries internally**

I’m sure there’s more but that’s pretty much what’s weighing on my mind currently. I just need to keep repeating “life it great, life is fine, you’ll be okay”.