By Marie Bombeck
I could be Jane in that sentence. Actually, I am Jane. I show up to work at my full-time job where I sit at my desk. I go on lunch break exactly at noon and I clock out at 5. The regularity of it all is awesomely boring. But the key word in that sentence “appears.” I definitely can pull off an adulting façade. Adulting is a definite #thestruggleisreal situation. I mean c’mon, who decided that when you reach a certain age, your life is supposed to be all figured out? And if so why? Why can’t we all be hot messes? I opt for this option. If I have a free pass not to fix my hair, I’d take it. But, I am pretty new at this whole real world, adult life situation. Just recently I realized that I could be considered adult. Just wait, it will happen to you. It is such a gradual transition that you don’t even realize it is happening. One day, almost everyone will have this moment. You wake up and think “Oh (insert choice cuss word here), I am an adult.” It was time to be responsible or something. My sister visited me last weekend and asked me a question I am sure we have all asked ourselves. “Marie, do you feel like an adult?” Gut response? Nope, not at all. Most days, I feel like I am pretending to be an adult. I really don’t think that I have it figured out at all. I am floundering around trying to find my way. Is adulting really this hard? Am I the only one this lost? Am I the only one that hasn’t figured this out? When you go away to college, you want to believe you are an adult. You want to be considered an adult. You fight for your independence. You try to take steps on your own. But really I think we were all highly functioning hot messes. But then you graduate. You look for work. You find work. You get married. You get cats. You get responsibilities and it is all new unfamiliar territory. You don’t quite know the hacks yet. And you wonder to yourself, why did I want this so bad? It is really quite horrible. Maybe it’s just me, but at least once a day I am quite certain that I don’t know what the heck I am doing. But does anyone really have their whole life figured out? Does any adult have their whole act together? So can someone show me the well-adjusted functioning adult? Show me and I will eat my next words. I believe that there is not a true functioning adult. We are all just figuring it out as we go. At least that is what I would like to believe. If this is not the case, I may be quite doomed. So raise your glass to fake adulthood, where we appear well groomed and here is to most definitely figuring it out as you go.
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