For the past couple weeks, I've been toying with the idea of being a grown up. By age, I'm a adult but I don't feel grown up not even one bit. I wonder, what makes a grown up a true grown up? Is it things like decorating your living space, making sound decisions confidently, having a well put together wardrobe? Or more like magically having the perfect come back, your signature drink and a steady 9-5? Maybe it's being up to date on current events such a politics and economics. I sincerely don't know. I'm starting to believe though, we never actually feel like grown ups.
I know I don't. I'm sure some of my feelings of un-grownupness stems from my skewed idea of what a grown up is and partially because I'm still in school and live with my mom (but that's a whole different story). Another part of me wonders if adult life is just one big continuance of high school. Granted some of the players have changed. The geeky girl grows into her face and becomes smoking hot and has a successful career (or reality show) and is now the Queen Bee. The former Queen Bee from high school is now a crack whore in need of rehab.
All this Queen Bee talk makes me think of Mean Girls. Adult Mean Girls. There's a book about it called Mean Girls Grown up by Cheryl Dellasega. Without even opening that book, I know most women are still talking about who's sleeping with who and how terrible so and so is. I'm not going to lie I'm just as guilty. And as I write this, I think man I need to get out more. I need to watch the news, figure out some educated answer for what I think about the health care debate. I want to say I don't care about who Sally's sleeping with. For the most part I really don't, but there's something easy about random chatter. Dare I say even second nature? Anyway, I have no idea where this all came from and I'd easily say this wasn't the post I intended. Have a great day all.
