I’d say I’m kind of a grown-up. I pay my own bills- okay, minus my phone bill because I am on an awesome family plan where unlimited texting is $5 because we got that before texting was cool. I have a 401K. I have some money in savings. I bought Starbucks K-cups and a little thing of half&half so rather than buying it every morning, I can just make coffee at work.
But then I do things that are kind of strange and dumb and make me question whether or not I’m an “adult,” or just in those strange middle years where I am pretending.
Things like paying for a gym membership that is too expensive. Tonight for dinner, I ate 2 whole pickles, minute rice mixed with that fake buffalo chicken and jarred salsa, raw broccoli, chips and 3 kinds of dips- that is not a coherent meal. In the 3-5 days before my paycheck, my bank account always seems to be dangerously low no matter what I do. It takes me about 3 months to take anything to the dry cleaner, and 2-3 weeks to pick it up afterwards.
Either way, I don’t really have to answer to anyone (outside of professional situations because duh). I don’t want to disappoint my parents, but it’s not like they can ground me. If I don’t feel like doing something- like laundry, perhaps- I’m not going to get in trouble. I can say, “I don’t want to go out tonight because I want to sit in my pajamas and watch House Hunters and play DreamHeights on my phone,” and though people might judge me slightly, I don’t really care and do it anyway. I can do what makes me happy. I like that a lot.