tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039137908656057149.post92857458255626613..comments2023-06-14T06:17:10.930-04:00Comments on Making It Awkward: On adulthoodRachaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087847312958608930noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039137908656057149.post-83533290404699324482011-11-25T22:26:22.007-05:002011-11-25T22:26:22.007-05:00Oh my gosh, I totally get that last part - of thin...Oh my gosh, I totally get that last part - of thinking it would all suddenly make sense one day. Instead, here we are, muddling along trying to figure it out as we go and not let other people realize it.Rachaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17087847312958608930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039137908656057149.post-37616955246354247162011-11-22T11:50:04.804-05:002011-11-22T11:50:04.804-05:00Grown-up:
Paying bills early.
Sticking to a budg...Grown-up:<br /><br />Paying bills early. <br />Sticking to a budget.<br />Being able to pay for someone else's dinner.<br /><br />Basically, being financially stable makes me feel like a grown-up, and pretty much nothing else does.<br /><br />Oh! Things like, buying q-tips or milk or soap before they run out. Having a back up. That makes me feel like an extreme grown-up.<br /><br /><br />Not sure if I am a grown-up:<br /><br />Watching iCarly and Spongebob Squarepants.<br /><br />Not keeping emergency items on hand. Like flashlights and batteries. All of the things my father always stored up. I don't even have bandaids.<br /><br />I never cook. My family eats things that can just be heated or eaten raw. I can't deal with having a dinner time, eating at a dinner table, following recipes, having a plan, cleaning up. <br /><br />Oddly, people often ask me if I cook a lot. I am always embarrassed to say no. I am 30, married, have a baby. People look at me and think I am a grown-up. They think I cook dinner and do laundry. I live like a 22 year old bachelor. I have a laundry room. All of the clean clothes are in baskets there. They never, ever get put away. Ever.<br /><br />I thought at a certain age, when I was a grown-up, it would all just make sense. These things would just fall in line. I would have all the answers. Nope. I still can't ever find matching socks.Foustyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01873680820335989854noreply@blogger.com