So.. you’ve made it. You are now in “the real world.” You’re adulting, as they say. Sure, adulthood is great. You can literally eat ice cream anytime you want. You can make your own decisions. No one is telling you how to spend your money!!!!!! It’s a magical time.
But. Yes, but. There’s always a “but” that comes around and ruins magical times. Adulthood comes with some things that maybe you weren’t prepared for. You probably should have been prepared for them, but, hey, you’re new to this!
What? You mean I have to pay to text and scroll through Instagram? That doesn’t just magically happen? And it costs HOW MUCH?
Phone bills are just one example of what you have to pay for when you start adulting. Car payments? Rent? Internet? Why are these things not just provided?
Needing to go to the doctor is stressful on a whole new level now. Not only am I sick or hurt or something, but now I also have to call and talk to a receptionist and figure out what time I can be there. I have to know how to read my insurance card. I have to talk to a stranger. Why can’t I just text them?
Work… Every day
How have my parents worked Monday through Friday their whole lives? Why are weekends only two days? I can’t just skip because I don’t feel like getting out of bed. (Not that I ever did that in college, Mom.)
Grocery shopping is literally the worst. Who wants to cook after working all day? I would just go out to eat for every meal, but I can’t afford it. Adulting is hard.
This can go one of two ways at my apartment. Either I’m super OCD and I’m like MY APARTMENT MUST BE SPOTLESS or I don’t have anyone telling me to do laundry or the dishes so I wait until the absolute last minute to do them. It’s usually the latter. Do I really have to do this for the rest of my life? When is it acceptable to spend all of your money on a maid?
Solve Problems and Make Decisions
Should I call a plumber or do I just need some Drano? When should I change my air filter? (Which reminds me.. I probably should do that.) Should I apply for another credit card? [Insert your other problems here.] When did it become my responsibility to make decisions and solve my own problems?
Thank God my parents are only a phone call away. (…can’t I just text them?)