Being an adult is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Two weekends ago I turned 20, marking the end of my teenage years and sending me the shocking realization that my parents will pretty much be cutting me off within the next 730 days.
I sometimes feel like I’m still five years old (an opinion that was recently confirmed by Buzzfeed’s quiz ‘How Old Do You Actually Act’), sort of floating through life like a hopeful kindergartener. Grocery shopping? What a perfect time to be pulled on the cart by my best friend through the aisles, grabbing boxes of Poptarts and macaroni and cheese. My 11 a.m. lecture? Ideal for coloring time, each class period resulting in a new doodled masterpiece. Nap time? Don’t mind if I do.
Despite my five-year-old tendencies, though, I do find myself starting to take more grownup responsibilities, affirming the fact that I am indeed coming into my life as a twenty-something.
I schedule my own doctors’ appointments
Ah, the good old days where I could lay in bed in peril until my mother shoveled my ass to the nearest doctor’s office and we picked up ice cream on the way home. Such is not the case anymore. I found myself in bed with a 102-degree fever back in March, one week before I was supposed to be living it up in New York City. I was barely able to muster the strength to walk to the kitchen and refill my Gatorade and Lysol my way back to my room, sans make it to the doctor. After lying around under my fluffy down comforter for two days, I decided it was finally time to make that call—and went to the University Health Center the next day.
I attempt to pay parking tickets (emphasis on attempt)
I like to pretend that road laws don’t apply to me, but it is a sad fact of the American legal system that I am held accountable when it comes to speeding and parking. After spending the evening at Austin Fashion Week one day before my twentieth birthday, I sauntered out of the show only to find a small white envelope under my windshield. It wasn’t the type of envelope I wanted to open the day before my birthday, because I was being charged for parking illegally instead of getting a sweet letter and a check from my Grandma. I neglected the ticket for two weeks, due to my busy schedule of Netflix and cookies, before I finally decided it was time to be responsible. I gave up trying to pay the ticket after three wildly unsuccessful attempts, and called my dad to do damage control instead. But I get an A for effort, right?
I skip social functions for homework
I’m not sure if this is a sign that I’m nearing adulthood or nearing senior citizenship, but if I know I have something important to do, I will occasionally turn down a date party for homework. I’ll even go to bed at 10pm on occasion. I know, the world just stopped turning for a minute—what do I do with all of my Saturday nights? Do I actually spend them sober and away from the chaos that I call frat parties? Yes, I do. While I enjoy sipping a margarita (virgin, of course) in my buddy’s apartment just as much as the next person, there are some instances where making a letter-boosting grade positively outweighs waking up with my face in the toilet. Or on the floor. Or on someone else’s floor. Just kidding, mom.
The amount of produce I buy is increasing drastically
I know my intro made it sound like I stock up on junk food on a semi-regular basis, but in reality I only save that behavior for strenuous times such as finals and when I realize my life is headed down the toilet. For Christmas my mom bought me a cookbook and my sister bought me some new Victoria’s Secret workout clothes, so I decided to take the hint and make an effort to become healthier this semester. There have been times where I find myself drowning in Tiff’s Treats, laying in my bed without pants on, binge-watching “Friends” and contemplating if I will ever end up having diabetes. For the most part, though, I can cook a few good stir-fries and a solid crockpot meal most weeks, with extras to spare.
It’s obvious I have some maturing to do, judging by the Tangled DVD that has been sitting on my dresser for the past six months. Some people may think they have the adulthood thing all figured out, but for now I'm just enjoying the ride.