The Curious Case of Me
You know how on your birthday there’s always those few people who ask “So do you feel older?” It’s a ridiculous question. There are very few people who can say that they actually feel older. Unless it’s one of those monumental birthdays, you pretty much feel the same as you did the previous day. I remember when I was 12 years and 364 days old. I was so excited for the next day. I was going to be a teenager. As someone who has always been a step or two ahead of her age, this was huge. Finally my age would reflect how I felt. (I still think its possible that my parents are lying about the year I was born. Pretty soon I’m going to find out I’m almost 27 and Justin and I are twins.) I remember setting my alarm clock for 12:00 am so that I’d wake up the exact second I turned 13. The alarm sounded, I woke up and said, “Yay, I’m a teenager!” and went right back to sleep. True story… I honestly thought I’d take that one to the grave with me. So when people asked me if I felt older on my 13th birthday, I absolutely did. I was a young adult, I was no longer a kid!
Then comes the next “big” birthday… 21. I wish I could say that it was a big birthday for me. It wasn’t. By 21, I was tired of the party scene. I didn’t go to 6th street and get my party shots. I went out to dinner, ordered a drink, didn’t get carded and went home. We then had a party at my apartment. Shockingly the cops came, apparently neighbors don’t like loud radios. They didn’t want to see my ID though. I know this because I asked. I so desperately wanted something to change on this birthday. Nothing. So to anyone who asked me if I felt older on that birthday, no. A resounding no.
I wonder if anyone has ever felt older on a day that had nothing to do with their age. I ask this because I feel that I went through that aging process this weekend. I know it’s not normal to age 3 months after your birthday, but since when have I been normal? Remember when you were younger and everyone seemed so old? When you were in elementary school, high schoolers seemed so grown up. When you were in junior high, college kids were so old. And when you were in high school, people in their 20’s were adults. Apparently I’ve decided to fit into a high schooler’s stereotype of me… I’m becoming an adult. And you know what? It’s not half bad!
Below are some adult-like behaviors* I experienced the past 5 days.
(*according to the stereotypes I had of adults when I was in high school)
-Wednesday we had somewhere to be at 7. I had things to do though. I went straight from work to the grocery store. I came home, unloaded the car, put the groceries away, changed the wash, unloaded the dishwasher, reapplied makeup, and left. Adults are productive.
-Thursday night I went to the bank to deposit my pay check (can you believe we don’t have direct deposit?! Are you kidding? It’s 2009!), went to Michael’s to buy supplies to cross stitch for therapy, then went to my parents’ house to have dinner with my mom. Adults go to the bank. Adults buy needles and cross stitch pattern books. Adults also hang out with their parents.
-I began my Biggest Loser yoga video. I hurt terribly the rest of the weekend. But I plan to continue it. Adults care about their body. Adults hurt after exercise. Adults do it anyways.
-Friday evening we picked Stephen’s sister up from the airport and then went out to dinner with her and a lot of the family. It was a fabulous night. We went to Goode Company Taqueria and then to some beer garden for a drink. Adults pick people up from the airport. Adults go out to dinner on a Friday night with family. Adults have kids sitting at their table with them. Adults play bocce ball at beer gardens. Adults leave because they are tired and cold.
-Saturday was another family filled day. Stephen’s sister and parents came over for lunch and a little bit of Wii game play. I made my mom’s delicious chicken salad and we cleaned the house. Adults wake up and boil chicken on a Saturday morning. Adults serve rolls from the bakery instead of Mrs. Baird’s bread. Adults are exhausted at 4:00 on a Saturday after a day of cooking, baking, and visiting with family.
-Sunday after church we went to my parents. About 7 guys were called to my parents’ house to lift a tree. They lost two huge trees in Ike. My dad bought a new tree and needed help lifting, lowering, and planting. We had a wonderful lunch and then the guys went to work. I left to run some errands. Adults help their parents with home-improvement tasks. Adults return things at Lowes. Adults don’t buy a sundress that they really want because they feel guilty about the purchase. Adults only spend $15 on a hair trim because they can’t bare to waste $60 on something so ridiculous. Adults even refuse the “blow dry and style” option since they can “do that on their own at home, thank you.”
-Last night was the first time I ever watched an awards show. I’ve never really cared. I never watch the Grammy’s because I am either sick of the music or flat out don’t care. I don’t watch the Oscars because, well, I don’t watch many movies. The only reason we watched was because Stephen has a man-crush on Hugh Jackman. So I thought I’d give it a shot. It was fabulous. I really enjoyed it. I plan to watch it in the future. Adults appreciate awards shows. Adults have a glass of wine and eat leftovers while they watch television. Adults wish there was more singing and dancing by Hugh and less red carpet junk. Adults wonder why they come on so stinking late at night!
All of my sister’s friends are probably thinking, “You’re not old. Stop saying you’re old.” I’m not old. But I am an adult. And I’m settling into that role nicely. I budget. I have a bed-time. I am not scared of babies. I have high-waisted pants. I’ve accepted adulthood. It is a bit curious that I’ve decided to do it in spurts on random weekends… but hey, the Lord has his timing for everything. I guess He set the alarm without telling me… it went off this weekend. I woke up and said, “Yay, I’m an adult!”, turned on Discovery Channel, and took my multi-vitamin.