Welcome to adulthood. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
Who remembers being a kid and thinking how great it would be when you were finally an adult? I’m guilty. I had these grand ideas of how wonderful it would be to only be responsible for myself. I could do whatever I wanted, when I wanted. No curfew, no bedtime. Oh, how clueless I was.
It didn’t matter how many discussions I had in classes before college about money management, paying bills and personal accountability I had. I always thought I knew better. "I can't wait to be an adult!" Now, I'm almost 24. Am I a full adult? Probs not. Am I mature? Yes. Do I still want to curl up in a ball on a Saturday morning and watch looney tunes and eat fruity pebbles? Absolutely. But now that the shoe is on the other foot, the reality came screaming home to me. All those discussions about the things one must do once older are beginning to sink in a bit. It takes time. I know I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier – at first - but I'm getting ahold of this adult life and how to make responsible decisions for myself and others.
I have bills to pay and all those other responsibilities which come with adulting. I never said it would be easy. I never said it would always be fun. Now I understand why people say, "enjoy you're younger years." Sure there are easy times, like when I get all of my work finished early and have a few minutes to decompress, fun times when you have money in my pocket to see a movie with friends, maybe even eat dinner out.
Even though I have responsibilities that make me an adult, I'm not growing up anytime soon. You can expect me to make immature comments. You can expect me to have an awful quirky sense of humor. And those cheesy pickup lines? Always. Sometimes, more recently than others, I don't want to be an adult. But it's part of growing older. I may seem like I'm a grown up to some because I make decisions. However what you haven’t realized is there are days when I don’t want to “adult” either. Adulting is hard, homie.
It didn’t matter how many discussions I had in classes before college about money management, paying bills and personal accountability I had. I always thought I knew better. "I can't wait to be an adult!" Now, I'm almost 24. Am I a full adult? Probs not. Am I mature? Yes. Do I still want to curl up in a ball on a Saturday morning and watch looney tunes and eat fruity pebbles? Absolutely. But now that the shoe is on the other foot, the reality came screaming home to me. All those discussions about the things one must do once older are beginning to sink in a bit. It takes time. I know I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier – at first - but I'm getting ahold of this adult life and how to make responsible decisions for myself and others.
I have bills to pay and all those other responsibilities which come with adulting. I never said it would be easy. I never said it would always be fun. Now I understand why people say, "enjoy you're younger years." Sure there are easy times, like when I get all of my work finished early and have a few minutes to decompress, fun times when you have money in my pocket to see a movie with friends, maybe even eat dinner out.
Even though I have responsibilities that make me an adult, I'm not growing up anytime soon. You can expect me to make immature comments. You can expect me to have an awful quirky sense of humor. And those cheesy pickup lines? Always. Sometimes, more recently than others, I don't want to be an adult. But it's part of growing older. I may seem like I'm a grown up to some because I make decisions. However what you haven’t realized is there are days when I don’t want to “adult” either. Adulting is hard, homie.
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