Going Back to the Basics- Tina Fey Edition
I was at a social event celebrating one of my husband’s friend’s birthday party when a friend asked me how old I was. I responded 24. Then, I had to ask myself and my husband out loud if I was really 24. Heck, I even turned around to the friend and said I was wrong; I’m not 24, but 23. 5 seconds later I realized I was right the first time, and in fact, I’m really 24. I had to do the math and actually ask what year it was. Umm…where is my brain? I can’t even remember it’s 2014. Ouch.
Every time I see a kid I tell them, don’t grow up, it’s not as fancy and cool as it sounds. Remember when we used to play house? Oh how I laugh at that kid in my memories who thought being a grown up would be so cool. It’s not as cool as it sounds.
There are many pros of being a grown-up/adult. No one should technically tell me what to do with my life. Although my mom tries to still tell me what to do with my life. I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. My mom still gets on to me about my eating habits. She insists I should start cooking. Sigh…I really want to learn how to cook, but just can’t get over the fact it takes so long. First, you have to buy groceries, and then prep, then cook, and finally, then clean. It just sounds like no fun, and I’m so impatient I end up making food with pure hatred. My house, my rules! When I go back home, it sucks because it’s my parents’ house and their rules rule. But when I walk into my house every day after work, it feels great knowing it’s my own little space. A space I share with my husband, but still most of the time I can cut a piece of the living room for all my stuff! No curfew for me! Well, at least not mandatory parent curfew. I have a car. I can drive whenever, wherever I want; although I would rather not drive anywhere at all. I hate driving.
There, also, some cons of being a grown-up/adult. Why must there be so many bills? I can’t keep track of them. It’s hard to keep costs down. I just read today I have to keep track of my investments forever so I can declare taxes correctly. Holy crap? Dang it. I hate paperwork.
The work rat race exists. I didn’t actually believe it until I went through it myself. I do have to ask myself how people can keep up with this lifestyle till their sixty. I find myself wanting to do something else every day. Yes, I’m restless, but I’m not sure how to fix it. Some weeks, I want to just sleep. Other weeks, chocolate fixes my stress. This week, I find a good book is my solution; which brings me to the next topic.
I’m tired of social media. I am so tired. Facebook, I hate that I check on you habitually but you provide no benefit. Lately, all I want to do is bury myself in blankets and read book. I have gone back to my childhood dream of wanting to read books all day and potentially write some of my own. Don’t be surprise if I become a recluse living in the middle of nowhere when I get older. I think this is where I’m headed! Who knew…..I sure didn’t.
It’s a little weird to see myself evolve with these thoughts. I always wanted to grow-up, and though, I may not want to be a kid; I really don’t want to back to being a kid, especially not a teenager. Even though there are many things you must be responsible for as an adult; no way would I ever sign up for the teen years again. That’s my rant for the day.
Anybody feeling the pressure of adulthood?