March 31, 2014

Acting Like an Adult

Some days I come home from a long day at work and do really lame things, like chores and errands. While doing these, I like to mentally pat myself on the back and say "Way to be an adult! Way to act like a grown-up!"

I feel like a kid, playing at grown-up. This feeling is reinforced by the marathons of Vampire Diaries, buying a burger for dinner because why not, and singing show tunes while walking about the city. (It's was raining, I had an umbrella, it was inevitable.) However, when hauling clothes to the laundromat, cleaning the toilet, and making my own doctor's appointments after working in an office all day, I realize that maybe, juuuuuust maybe, I am a 26-year-old, with a career almost 5 years strong and an apartment in New York City that I pay for.

I do act like an adult! Occasionally. And those few moments totally justify eating 5 cookies in one night and downing a liter of Diet Coke, right? Right.

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  1. Erica, I completely understand this! Just yesterday I had a long day at work, came home, worked out and then vacuumed, mopped the floors, dusted, folded laundry, put in more laundry and even managed to cook dinner. The whole time I thought to myself: when on earth did I turn into an adult? Haha! :)

  2. Dude. Burgers and cookies and diet coke are the HALLMARKS of the working adult. Revel in it!


  3. 5 cookies in one night?! Sweetheart, that is SELF CONTROL. Make it over a dozen (maybe entire box of girl scout cookies?) and then you're talkin'.