The fact I used this picture should be a good indicator.
I only sometimes consider my self a real adult.
I pay rent fairly regularly.
I can vote and do so willfully.
I even own furniture.
However, there is still ample evidence of my non-adulthood.
1. I’m not sure what you do with your plunger when you move to a new home.
I know how to use one properly, but what do you do when you pack up and leave? Do you leave it for whoever moves in like some well-meaning housewarming gift? A nice sentiment……perhaps. Or doe you shove it in a plastic bag and bring it along to your new place? At least you don’t have to buy a new plunger that way.
2. I still can’t successfully grocery shop.
Story of my life.
I can’t remember anything without a list. But, nine times out of ten, I will leave my painstakingly well planned out grocery list just lying on the counter. Then, all I can do is try my best to just recall what I needed. I always forget something. Once, I was shopping so I could make spaghetti. I forgot to get noodles. NOODLES!!!!!
Frequently, I find myself getting lost in Fred Meyer’s. I can’t find anything. I just meander around until I stumble upon what I need. Asking for help is an option, but that requires talking to strangers and I can’t handle that.
3. In my entire lifetime, I’ve purchased one sheet of stamps and still haven’t used them.
My stamps look just like these and I am quite proud of them.
This is more of a choice thing, of course. Why use my own stamps when I can use my parents’ stamps? Besides, stamps are expensive.
4. When I go to the bank, I still ask if I can have a piece of candy even though it’s quite obviously up for grabs.
The bowl just sits there by the teller. It practically screams “Eat me!!!” Yet, I’m compelled to ask. At least my parents should be proud that I say please every time.
5. I say adulting
I didn’t coin this term; it’s just something we 20-somethings say to mean acting like an adult. Kelly Williams Brown kind of cemented it into our vernacular with her book.
6. There is no such thing as going to bed early.
If I had a dollar for every time someone told me to sleep more or go to bed earlier, then I’d have enough money to pay off my student loans (oh, how I long for that to happen).
On paper, the process of going to sleep seems simple enough: you get tired, you go to bed, you go to sleep. Nice and Easy. WRONG. If I tried to go to bed when I was tired, I’d never get anything done. Sometimes, that would require going to sleep during classes or work. Not good ideas, from what I’ve heard.
7. I’m still subject to giggling at potty humor
I think the video really illustrates this point. It also reminds me that I need to write a post about how Chandler Bing and I are the same person. I’m still snickering about “duties.”
Now, these aren’t the only reasons I probably shouldn’t be considered a real adult. I mean, for crying out loud, I don’t even own a real bed; I sleep on an air mattress. However, what I have displayed is more than enough evidence to support my non-adultness. If I added any more points, I may just discredit myself more if I haven’t already.
Blowing a Bit of Smoke 