Monday, March 21, 2011

Days nine and ten: Signs of adulthood, and not so much

This is where, for the purpose of Lent!Blog! I mention something about even God resting on Sundays, and how I decided to take a hint from the Book of Genesis. In all seriousness, sorry for bailing yesterday, participants.

Two prompts today, to get us back on track.

What is one recent sign that you're really and truly an adult?

This morning, I woke up an hour early so I could meet with a money manager before work.* If you're wondering why this is a huge sign of adulthood, you've never seen the interactions I have with my alarm clock on a weekday morning. On a good day, I snooze twice. On a bad day, I can convince myself I don't need to: shower, eat, blowdry, iron, put makeup on, or all of the above. Today, I voluntarily attended an 8 AM coffee meeting to discuss my retirement savings and I didn't even look homeless when I arrived. Go adult me!

What is one recent sign you're not so grown up, after all?

Where to start? Well, I stayed up past 5 AM on Saturday night chatting, which led pretty naturally to a 12:30 PM wakeup yesterday. I then went to a grocery store with a Redbox machine, and ended up leaving with two awful movies, a pizza, and a bag of "XTRA CHEDDAR!" Flavor-Blasted Goldfish. Last and perhaps most tellingly, my pet name from the new guy is "Booger." I'm not exactly a bastion of adulthood, but then again, I don't have to be.

*The kind of person I actually want managing my tiny savings, not some rando who stalker calls me on a "recommendation from a friend." Doesn't it seem like everyone who calls on a referral then references the friend you would consult dead last on anything involving your savings or responsibility? Seriously people, if you're going to ask me to turn over my hard-earned dollars to you, try not to have our common bond be a guy I know as "Naked Pete."


Jamie said...


I will not live in such a world. But then again I had animal crackers with pudding for lunch and pretended they were dunkaroos. In the law school library. So maybe I'm not the best gauge.