So guys, I think I just may be entering the early stages of adulthood. It only took 26 years, but I'm finally showing signs of grown-upery. My younger sister and I joke that I'm "forever-15", but there have been a few things about my personality lately that have me thinking that things may be changing a bit.
1. I now eat foods that I never touched before. I used to pick stuff out of my food with great precision. For example, I would never eat zucchini or eggplant. But now, I eat them. I mean, I still don't like them very much, but I eat them, BECAUSE I'M A GROWNUP. I don't pick stuff out of my food, I just eat it. Unless it's beets, fuck beets. Beets are disgusting and I imagine eating a beet is what eating a human heart would be like. I'm not going to eat beets and you can't make me.
2. I've started looking at the "home decor" section of Pinterest. I've never been interested in that section before. I usually just look at "women's fashion". But now the home decor stuff keeps my attention for a good 10 to 15 mins.
3. I can't watch The Real World anymore. I used to love that show. I watched every season, but recently I've tried to watch it and I just can't. They're all yelling at each other and I end up yelling things like "grow up!" at the TV (and yes, I talk to the TV).
4. I can't drink like I used to. Gone are the days of going out and drinking (a lot) three or four times a week. Now, I go out drinking one night, and I'm hungover for the next two days.
I realize that I don't have much evidence in favor of me becoming an adult, but trust me, it's progress for me.
Although I think I might be on the road to adulthood, there are still quite a few things that may be holding me back from becoming a grown-up.
1. I still use the term "grown-up".
2. I can't cook. At all. I usually only make things in the microwave. I have a mild, maybe irrational, fear of the oven (I dropped a lasagna once like 10 years ago and haven't liked using the oven since). I hate cooking, and I'm terrible at it. I'm not even good at reading recipes. I tend to skip steps and not notice that I skipped them. It's just not a good situation for anyone.
3. I lie to children, about stupid stuff. And I love it. They believe everything you say. It's the greatest.
4. I'm a 26 year old human who lives with her parents and, at the moment, does not have a job. But does that really prove I'm not a grown-up? Inconclusive.
5. I enjoy my 16 year old sister's high school gossip and drama more than she does. But to be fair, my sister is an 80 year old woman trapped in a 16 year old body, so this isn't surprising.
6. I whine. A lot. You name it, I've whined about it, probably in the last 48 hours. But to be honest, this may just be a character flaw of mine, not an example of my childishness. I'll let you decide.
There might be a few more examples on the side of me not being a grown-up, but you never know. I just might surprise everyone and wake up one day a full fledged adult. Watch out world.
