My generation seems to be growing up at an alarmingly fast rate. Many people I know are getting engaged, having children and truly becoming adults. Meanwhile, I can’t even remember to wash my hair.
I suppose I am an adult in many ways. I go to school, have a part-time job, and pay my own rent. I cook my own food, take care of my dog and wash my own clothes. However, if you set a coloring book down in front of me, you shouldn’t plan on seeing me for a few hours.
The people my age have lost their childish tendencies which I seem to hold on to like the last t-shirt at a Justin Bieber concert. Being an adult is a lot of work and responsibility and everyone seems to be welcoming this role with open arms – except for me.
I prefer to spend my days in a blanket fort watching cartoons and eating Captain Crunch. You know you are not ready to be an adult when chocolate milk sounds better than beer, sledding down a hill in your back yard sounds better than a ski trip and driving a truck made out of Legos around my apartment sounds better than getting in my own car.
A friend of mine just announced her engagement and she is so excited to begin planning her dream wedding. She wants everything to be perfect, from the flowers to her wedding dress. She asked for my help in planning a few aspects of the wedding to which I replied, “Don’t worry, I have planned Barbie and Ken’s dream wedding plenty of times in their Barbie Malibu beach house, I’ve got this.”
Another friend of mine has a four year old daughter who is honestly one of my best friends. We bond over our love for Hello Kitty and kids’ books. We also both very much enjoy a huge bowl of ice cream with sprinkles on top. Even her generation is growing up too fast, however. She told me the other day she has a crush on a boy at school. A crush at four years old, seriously? When I was four my only concern was trying to convince my mom to let me stay up late to watch Sailor Moon.
Everyone appears to be leaving their childhood behind and moving on to more adult-like activities like shaving their legs and doing taxes. I, on the other hand, am throwing a Lisa Frank party this weekend complete with sparkly stickers and gel pens. If you feel like leaving aside your adulthood for a few hours, you’re all invited.
