7 Reasons I'm Failing as An Adult

The other day I was sitting in my living room, reading blogs and the like and I started thinking about life.  Yeah, here we go! Among other things, that you'll hear about later, I was thinking about the state of my adult-hood and wondering when anyone ever feels "grown up."  I also marveled at the state of my childhood  and how if my mother even had these problems, she hid them oh-so-well.  And seriously, will I ever get to  that point?  Or is the "put together" adult all a big hoax, a facade that slowly starts to slip as you get older?

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.

There's times when I may forget to feed my dogs.  Which makes me a bad puppy-parent, yes I know.  And I am shamed when my dogs come in and give me that look and then walk over to their food bowl.  Doh!  Good call guys, thanks for reminding me.  Also, thanks for being responsible when I am not.  Y'all are the best!

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.

Snippets of Things and Stuff

And with that title, lets just dive in:

Does anyone ever have little snippets of blog-y type things come to mind and you're just conveniently sitting at the computer so you open up a new post and type one sentence.  Because that one little sentence was so profound that of course you're going to remember what it was all about later.  I go through this little scenario on most ordinary days, and on extraordinary days this happens a lot.  And right now I'd like to share with you a few of these gems, specifically the ones which must have been written by someone else, or a monkey, for pete's sake, because they make about that much sense.

"let's open up a blog..."

but I have a blog.  Don't I?  Im pretty sure thats where all these words are going... If not, that would be a novel idea.  But again, I think I DO have a blog. 

"an appropriately manly task"

Im assuming Nick did something wonderful.  So wonderful it warranted a blog post.  Something not only manly, but appropriately manly... which must be even better.

"Contrary to what the title says, there is no snow happening here this spring."

Written into a post with NO TITLE, people.  So Im wondering if there was something so super clever circling around in my noggin.  Just so clever that I'd be a fool to forget it.  Color me that fool, I suppose.

"Do you ever just sit and wonder about things?"

I did that day.  Maybe I couldn't think of anything... OR upon sitting and wondering as one does, something amazing happened, something that could not (could not! I tell you) be ignored.  And that that was a blog post that was going nowhere, real fast.  

"it's one of those days..."

...when blog posts just die. Apparently.

And lets be honest, this post is not. much. better. than these humble beginnings.  But at least now you know about the weird things that I don't post.  Or do post, as it would now appear.  Ah well.  It's friday!


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