Adult Responsibilities
For a while now, I’ve been fighting off the feeling that I was turning into an adult. I mean, just because I have an increasingly responsible job, and more friends who are married that are single, doesn’t mean that I’m an adult. I still (sometimes) go to the bar on a weeknight (although I no longer close it down or take advantage of the drink specials). And some weekends I still sleep until noon.
Then, as I was driving home tonight, contemplating what I was going to cook for dinner, it hit me. I am an adult. After work today I went and had my tires rotated, got a good recommendation for a brake shop to get my brakes checked (because they’re due, not because they’re bad), and then went to the grocery store where I bought adult food like bananas, granola, bread, and yogurt.
I run errands like an adult. I buy groceries like an adult. I even party like an adult – responsibly. Ugh. Enough of that! Starting tomorrow, it’s back to the youngster days for me!
Yeah, right. Until the alarm goes of at 5:45 am and I get up and go back to my responsible job, wearing sensible shoes.
1K or D
wrote on 26 July 2006 at 13:12
Wow. Sounds like you hit midlife crisis already! Better stop hanging out with us “older” adults so you don’t suffer through our ailments.
2Brandi
wrote on 26 July 2006 at 16:29
K –
You have way too much time on your hands if you’re actually reading this little blog of mine and commenting this frequently.
3K or D
wrote on 26 July 2006 at 16:50
I need another hobby aside from neglecting my own blog.
