adult-ish
Lately I’ve been feeling like maybe I can consider myself an adult. Sure I’m twenty six and have been legally considered an adult for seven years, but I’ve never really related to the term before. I’ve heard it said that going to college or university puts off growing up for some time. If that’s the case, my 6 years of university plus classes since have certainly stalled me.
I don’t own a place. I don’t have a steady long term relationship. I don’t live on my own. I have a long term job, but it’s not my career. All of these things are what I thought would help define me as an adult. In spite of this, I suddenly feel adult-like. It’s a very abrupt development that I did not expect, but I’m really comfortable with. Something I recognized and smiled about.
The only specific event I can identify is a conversation with a bunch of people about the hilarity of being twenty one. Oh, twenty one year olds! So self-involved, so know-it-all, so hipster. I’m not even sure how we thought we were much different from that, but we were. We just knew it.
So where does that leave me? What difference does it make if I consider myself an adult? For some reason it feels like my decisions have to be more carefully weighed, more responsible. No more childish excuses for mistakes. I have to know what I’m doing. It might seem like that should be scary, but it really isn’t for me. It’s like all of a sudden I have to take control of my life, and since I have to, I will.
I don’t think this even begins to explain what I’m feeling, but alas, I must go to the gym. It’s the responsible thing to do. :)
4 years ago • Notes