Feeling Adult

You know it’s bad news when you actually read your college’s alumni magazine and think it’s helping you stay in touch. Some days I begin to think I really am an adult. A friend sent an e-mail the other day ranting about how he’d suddenly become an adult without realizing it. I wanted to point out that he’ll be attending grad school in the fall and technically still hasn’t entered the real world. He’s got a doctorate to go before he enters the real world, and at that point you’re well beyond anything resembling a normal adult.

Some days I just feel like an adult. A stack of bills waits for me on the kitchen table. I walk in the door at 5:30 and feel like taking a nap. I actually eat vegetables without complaint or sour face. And I’m talking about more than potatoes here. Yesterday I caught myself complaining about how the service station had cheated me and how I should just do it myself and save a few bucks.

But every now and then there’s a glimmer of hope. My new bike has given me a lot of hope lately, although I do wear a helmet, which is a very responsible, adult thing to do. But I also jerk the handlebars up when I hit a bump and race minivans down subdivision streets. I even heft the bike on my shoulder and haul it up three flights of stairs after a long ride without complaint. And then, the best glimmer of all, I say out loud to no one in particular, “That felt good,” instead of, “I’m going to feel that in the morning.”

One thought on “Feeling Adult”

  1. Hahaha…Yeah man…you sound kinda old and that was in may of 2001… how old are you now? –Well damn, maybe the situation got a a bit fresher.. the boredom a bit less, the monatony transformed into a cacophony and everything seemed pretty cool

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