Third Sister’s daughter, aka The Kid, is in her first year of college. Yesterday she texted me, “Do you ever feel like a fake adult?”
“Once a day on a good day,” I texted in return. I thought about The Kid’s question all day.
When do I feel most like an adult? There was the cold, restrained feeling waiting to go in front of my town’s board of appeals to approve a variance for our garage (they refused). Selling or buying a house carries a lot of adult points.
Working at home comes with a lot of negative adult points. Wearing pajamas until noon does not promote adulthood. Although running the dishwasher by 8 am seems to have a couple positive adult points.
Seeing my work in print has positive adult points, as does standing in front of a class teaching. Writing cover letters is a pretty grown-up thing to do. As is invoicing.
It seems like being an adult is correlated with boring bureaucratic matters. Not necessarily. Sitting on the couch with DP and realizing that we’ve had a real relationship for 10 years is pretty adult. (Eyebrow waggle at other connotations of the word “adult.”) Even if we’re watching silly TV.
Going on vacation, renting a car, and staying in a new city seems to come with a good number of adult points. Visiting my friends and hanging out with their kid seems pretty adult too.
Do you folks worry about this?