Being an adult means...
Miss Jackie posted yesterday about what her 28-year-old self has in common with her 18-year-old self. It got me to thinking about the occasional brief ruminations I have on how to recognize when a person's finally become an adult, regardless of age. For example, last night I ate a piece of homemade fudge given to us by one of Tom's customer's.
Fudge is usually too sweet for me, so I rarely eat it, but this stuff was pretty good. About 20 minutes after eating it I was zooming around the house, flapping my arms and singing at the the top of my lungs. In the midst of this mania, I was able to recognize that I was suffering from an intense suger high and that it would be better for all of us if I didn't eat any more fudge. I thought to myself, "Being an adult means I can be a complete idiot, but still know when to say when."
What does being an adult mean to you?
posted by Amy N. @ 1:13 PM
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Being an adult is super cool, because I don't have to answer to anybody (for the most part), and I can run my household however I want. When I was a kid I wanted a dog so so bad, but my father wouldn't allow it, but now I can have it my way and heck, it's just terrific being independent!
I too somehow have enjoyed being an adult much more but I was so disciplined as a teenager than what I am now! I miss that.
And this is the second time I am thinking about raiding the fridge, the first time was after looking at the dessert pic on Crystal's blog. I have a big sweet tooth.
Hmmm, I sense a common theme about eating dessert. I thought about writing a list of the things being an adult meant to me, but I wanted to hear from everyone else. If I had though, eating ice cream for dinner would have been at the top of the list.
missjackie, All-you-can-eat dorm cafeterias are a dangerous thing. Luckily, I joined the crew team my freshman year, so I avoided the freshman fifteen until after college. Of course, by then it had gained interest...
crystal, I agree with you about being independent and getting a dog. I couldn't wait to do either.
jb, with freedom comes responsibility
That's the adult part. Sadly, many people never understand that truth.
P.S. Thanks! Two weeks!
mridula, In what way were you more disciplined as a teenager? I guess for me it would be that I was harder on myself as a teenager. As an adult I've been trying to learn that I don't have to be perfect to be happy.
That dessert did look really good. It's probably what inspired me to eat the fudge in the first place.
Lily, I was more disciplied because I used to train as a middle distance runner (represented my state too but that seems like another age) so the routine used to be pretty hectic, training, school and training again in the evening. I used to run 10 kilometers with ease. All these memories got jogged up because Crystal keeps talking about running a marathon (and till date I have not dared to blurt out all this at her space) and it appeals to me too, but now it is such a struggle to do everything, forget running 10 kilometers or some such thing along with my work. There is a desire but I somehow cannot will myself. So many doubts I have.
This is turning out to be a long comment. But you asked :)
trying to stear away from food, I'll say I knew I was a grown up when my car broke down and I didn't "call home". I just called AAA and took care of finding the right solution myself!
Also, when I knew I could leave my apartment a complete mess and nothing would happen to me! ha! :)
mridula, I'm impressed. I've played several sports, but I've never been a runner. Your running schedule sounds a lot like the rowing workout schedule we used to have. I know I'd have a hard time doing it now, too!
You're welcome to leave any length of comment you want.
mo, don't forget thinking to get AAA in the first place. As a life-long member of the anti-clean-my-room club, I really identify with your second thought!
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