lately, i feel like we've been dealing with one cluster cuss after another. in these situations, i want to scream, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE RIGHT DECISION IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM NOT A GROWN-UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, actually, if i'm being honest, there are some colorful descriptors scattered in there.
in my mind there's a big difference between adults and grown-ups. i'm okay with being an adult, maybe, but i don't feel like i'm capable of being a grown-up until i reach at least age 43. so just back the bleep off universe.
adults work and pay bills and maybe even have a few kids, but grown-ups make investment decisions, major career decisions, health insurance, emergency, disaster, ohmyflipwhatamisupposedtodo DECISIONS. so basically, grown ups make decisions. i hate making decisions.
yes, i broke my blog silence for that bit of brilliance.
how about you? do you feel like an adult or a grown-up? are they the same thing to you? what makes you curl up into a ball, throw a two-year-old style meltdown tantrum, or start cursing and wanting to break things to relieve stress? not that i would do any of those things in the face of major adversity. or a decision that needs to be made.
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Yup, same here. It's strange when kids call me a "lady". Who me?
ReplyDeleteI get all clammy about any decision that involves math. And what to make for dinner.
i totally agree with the adult vs grown up analysis. although my mom maintains at 59 that she is not a grown up either, so maybe 43 is a bit early to be settling down. especially since 43 is only 13 years away for me, and 13 years ago i graduated from high school. reality blows.
ReplyDeletei don't think i really have anything that makes me throw a tantrum, but i have plenty of things that make me want to eat. i guess eating excessively and with poor nutritional judgement can be my own way of throwing a tantrum on my body. so yes. that's fun.
I think I started feeling grown-up sometime around when we moved to Idaho. Nothing like being a 1000 miles from anyone who can help you to make a person grow up.
ReplyDeleteI don't really like making decisions. But I like having decisions made, if that makes sense. If someone would just like to run my life for me sometimes, that would be fine.
Decision making is horrible. I try to leave the big decisions up to Beej so I don't really have to think about it, but that's not really fair as its a lot of pressure on one person. I have felt that I had to grow up once I had Landon. Having a kid means you really do have to think about someone else when making even small, everyday decisions.
ReplyDeleteGirls become adults but never grown-ups...and they all hate making big decisions. That's where men come into the picture. Turns out we are built to love that stuff.
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ReplyDeleteI read this post a few days ago, and I've been thinking about it a lot since. I feel this way pretty much every day. Sometimes I think I'm just "pretending" to be a grown-up/ As a teacher I did that a lot- like I was playing the part of someone with authority and knowledge.
I alluded to a little of this in the comments under Erika's last post (the "crunchy" one), but Ryan and I are in a unique situation in that we are some of the oldest among our group of friends, but we just had our first child, first home, etc. So, sometimes I feel very "behind" in my adulthood. It's crazy and only in my head, but it's something that is truly a struggle for me.
Anyway, being a grown-up is tough. I get it.
You know what's funny, as a pre-teen/teen I so wanted to be done with all the kid stuff. I felt so mature and I wanted to be grown up now. Silly, silly girl.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way as Erin, or the flip side of Sandy. I am the grown up in our family (for the most part) and get to be the one who makes grown up decisions most of the time. I still don't like it, and occasionally (ahem) will get huffy with Joel for not being the grown up in our family, but its my role now.
I don't feel like either...although I know I look like both + some....hate when the check out kids call me "Maaam".
ReplyDeleteI don't mind making decisions...just the responsiblity/consequences that come with them.