How exactly will I know when I have officially grown-up and become an adult? Sure chronologically I am 30 yrs. old, but you know that IS the new 20...so...
I feel justified in my immaturity. I still want to play hooky from school get drunk with my friends in the park and troop off together to find a tree that is safe to pee behind. Don't peek!
Will I wake up one day and actually be fine with going to work? I can't imagine a day that the alarm will go off and I will spring out of bed ready to face all of the duties and responsibilities of my ever increasingly complicated life.
It's so much easier to just watch my TiVo suggestions, curl up with my dog-who never judges- and eat cookies for breakfast.
Will there ever be a day that I will wake up and feel no frustration or annoyance with having to have my carefully planned meals packed for the day. The freedom of not caring what or when you eat is so liberating. I don't want to count out half cup servings of fruits and veggies so I get all of my vitamins, minerals etc... Why is be healthy so complicated all of a sudden? Why isn't wine considered a serving of fruit? Then I would have no problem.
Will I ever get to the point where bill paying feels fulfilling? And fart jokes are no longer funny? And sleeping becomes an effortless task?
Maybe adulthood doesn't mean what it used to mean when we were kids. Maybe the adulthood that I am creating for myself is a perfectly acceptable version.
Or maybe I am just a boozy, lazy, sarcastic kid stuck in the body of an adult. Maybe I am just a pretender. But I think I'm not alone.
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In my head I'm still 14!
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