Whatever it is, a hoax or just the fact that adulthood and I haven't gotten comfortable yet, I've realized that I've got some room to grow.
I can't keep a clean car to save my life. Like if someone threatened my life, I think I might just die, I cannot do it! And what's even in there? I don't know. Water bottles, mostly full, naturally, because if they were empty that would mean that I was at least doing something right, like drinking water/doing good things for my body. And along the same lines: fast food bags. And clothes. Which begs the question: where is my life going that I need to have changes of clothing in my car. I'm stable guys, I promise.
My aversion to coffee is very un-adultlike. Not caffeine, mind you, i'm pretty devoted to that stuff. I don't know why we never really hit it off. I mean, I don't hate it! I just prefer a nice big coke zero in the morning, don't judge! But yeah, I've pretty much accepted the fact that carrying around my cup and straw makes me infinitely less cool than those starbucks toting adults.
When we moved into our new place I went on a decorating kick. Of course I did! I did all the planning in one fell swoop and by planning I mean that I planned out where all my picture frames would hang on the wall and hung them. Oh, did I forget to mention that about half of those frames where from my little stint at Ikea? And that I had nothing to put in them when I bought them? And still have nothing to put in them, 3 months later. Also, they're still on the walls, fake family and all. It's actually only bad when there's company and I have to pretend like I know these framed strangers... 'yeah, that's my good friend from freshman year with her little niece...' or something like that.
This could be placed in a lot of lists but: the lack of a career. So, I guess this one is serious, a little bit. I feel like the mark of a good adult is having a stable, forward moving career. Am I right? I am mostly certainly not there. Although, I'm not mad about it. Yes, I do wish I had a little more direction but I am also enjoying the fact that I can flutter from job to hobby to job and makes things work. It's a little blessing in disguise, as I have come to think of it. Just taking time to find out what really gets me going. Besides, real adult-ness doesn't have to start until you're 30, right?
Budgets. That's the beginning and end of it. My dad sends me his self-made, color coded, awesomely detailed down to the ground budget spreadsheet* regularly and then calls me and asks me if I got it. Yep, got it Dad! Do I ever use it? Nope. Do I wish I used it? Yep! To my parents: adulthood, you're doing it right! Also, I am not! * this thing really is rad, if I ever got around to using it. I'm impressed Dad, very impressed!
Late night video game sessions. I cringe a bit just writing that! But I don't regret it, not one bit. I will definitely admit, I love me a good game of call of duty, or mine craft. I'm not ashamed! THe experience gets even better when you pair it with 3am and margaritas, I'm telling ya. It's fun and probably a bit irresponsible and definitely another reason I'm failing at adult like things. Oh well? Oh well.