Adulting

Since this is my first post for this particular blog let me… skip with the pleasantries and get right to business. I always looked at Adults as these human beings, much older than I, with kids, mortgages, degrees, jobs, bills. None of those things scream my life right now. Prepare yourself for the next paragraphs of musing from a near adult about being an adult, from this last week.

Though now that I am pushing the 30 envelope I should probably start acting my age. I always pictured myself at Thirty as Jennifer Garner in Thirteen Going on Thirty, you know the line “thirty, flirty and thriving…thirty, flirty and thriving.” Instead I think I ended up as the awkward thirteen year old version from the movie combine with the fat kid from Matilda. [I’ve gained a bit of weight this year, aging is so fun!] I am also in desperate need for a catch phrase, like HULK SMASH whenever I wake up in a mood for apparently no reason. Which is how I woke Friday morning. All in all I wouldn’t say I’m thriving.

This week adulting consisted of grocery shopping at 8:30PM after commuting to work, working 8 hours at a job I’m still deciding how I feel about, being annoyed, for reasons I will explain to those still with me in a moment, and being picked up at the train station.

After hearing all the rage of the Keto diet we (my husband and I) have decided, probably against all of our good judgement to try it. Also, I can no longer sit idly by and watch the expansion of the land around my belly button. What they don’t tell you about nearly thirty is the changes in metabolism, and ease of weight gain.  

So there we stood in the grocery store picking out sugarless, perhaps tasteless health food items to eat with dinner. Which we put on the payout card for switching phone carriers. My husband calls this card “free money.” In reality it is just displaced money, similar to principles of  matter in science. It has to come from somewhere. Rather we just paid off our old contract out of pocket and now use the “magic” card for more exciting things like gasoline and groceries. That’s another thing they don’t tell you is the expensiveness of adulting.

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When we finally arrived home. We took out the dog, pre-heated the oven for cauliflower crust pizza, searched for clean dishes (though I’m not sure the cauliflower pizza sat well with me). All mundane adult-like things.

 

Then, in the midst of paying for life, I received a new cell phone from t-mobile. Why if i have so many many bills to pay would I get a new cell phone. Well let me tell you. The last few weeks I have been riding a little mongoose scooter to work from the train, yes the kind that 10 year olds ride. About a week ago I was scooting across the road at dark, and my beautiful S9+ was secure in pocket or so I thought.

About halfway across I heard the phone hit the pavement. The numbers counting down quickly on the other side of the road. I turned frantically to find my phone but couldn’t with the black screen on the black street. I ran the rest of the way to the safety of the otherside. And waited through the next light in horror as my phone sat in the middle of the road. One car hit it just right and the case went flying one direction and my train card flew in the other direction.

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The back of my S9+ post incident! 

 

When the light finally changed again. I left my backpack and scooter on the side of the road and ran to the center of the road grabbing my lost items. I imagine I looked like the kids collecting candy the moment the piñata breaks. I looked at my phone and miracle of all miracles the front did not have a scratch on it, but the back looks like a gun range practice page. The phone still works, just slightly slower, and I can’t hear phone calls as well. So we put in a t-mobile insurance claim and they sent out a new phone. (t-mobile has been great).

Okay now let’s backtrack to my annoyance after work.

I take the train about twenty-five minutes from home to work and then back again, where the husband of five years picks me up. So I got on the train at 6:14 going north towards home. This week I upgraded from the scooter to the bicycle to travel from the train to work, and back to get a little exercise. As I got on the train, train security watched me struggle to get my bike up the four stairs into the train, instead of offering to help just had a stupid look of amusement on his face.

I strapped my bike into the bungee cords meant for holding bikes and went to sit in one of the 4 benches in the bike room so I could keep an eye on my bike as we travelled. The security guard and train announcer guy came and told he they didn’t want anyone sitting in those seats as they were trying to clear out that area as the night went on. So I respected their wishes and picked a seat in the next car down, where I could still see into the bike room. And low and behold the next stop came and a group of people, with no bikes mind you, sauntered in and sat in those seats, meant to remain empty the rest of the night.

The nerve. I thought the people in charge were going to tell them to move, but they never did. So finally my stop came and I grabbed my bike and instead of ripping them a new one with the line “I guess rules only apply to certain people,” I did the adult thing and smiled. I smiled. (insert eye roll). This is not an attack on race, gender, country of origin or anything else other then rules should apply to everyone equally.

Now flash forward to Friday one day into the diet I sit on my lunch stress eating two day old donuts bought for my team at work, sitting in the back room watching people walk in and out of the package room and rec rooms on our camera from the back desk.

Adulting in my world is merely pretending to do adult things, while wishing I still had the responsibility list of a kindergartener. All while noting the growing list of things THEY never told you, and struggling at paying for adult things (bills, rent, bills, car insurance, and bills), But this is just one woman’s opinion.

ADULTING (v.): The practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks.

(Oxford English Dictionary)

 

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