Welcome to Adulthood

So I got up this morning and wandered around the house a bit. I grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the batch I’d made a few nights ago and sat in front of my laptop to check my e-mail. Once I’d finished the chewy sweetness I sat for a moment and realized I just ate a cookie for breakfast. Ah, the joys of being grown up.

This realization led me to other magnificent qualities of being “of age.” I no longer technically have a curfew and may go to sleep when I damn well please. I don’t have to report to anyone with what I’m doing or who I’m doing it with. Though sometimes having a spouse is a bit like a throwback to those days, there is not normally the tug-o-war situation that would arise with a parental unit.

I can throw parties on a Wednesday night with music as loud as I please. I can walk naked into my kitchen at any time of the day or night. I can have loud, headboard knocking sex in my own bed and feel completely unashamed. I could even have sex on the couch in the middle of the afternoon and have no one to apologize to. I don’t have to make my bed if I don’t feel like it and I can leave the dirty laundry on the floor for as long as I can tolerate it. I can pee with the door open. I can have whatever I wish tattooed and pierced. I never have to see a diet soda in my fridge or eat sauerkraut or broccoli because “it’s good for you.” I can eat cookies for breakfast.
Being an adult really isn’t as scary or lame as we all pass it off to be. Though it’s hardly as exciting as we thought it would be when we were still trapped with our parents. Sure we have jobs and responsibilities. We have our own morals to answer to and still have to take into account the repercussions of our actions. As in: “If I leave a months worth of dirty laundry pile up in my spare bedroom, what will my house smell like and how long am I willing to go without socks?” or “If I continually eat only cookies for breakfast what will this mean for my oral hygiene and overall physical fitness?” This of course leads me down a path of an entirely different subject, so for now let us celebrate the joys of adulthood. Turn your music up loud and do a naked butt dance in your living room with a piece of chocolate cake before dinner. That’s what it’s all about.