It’s been a while since our first discussion thread, which concerned pet stories. I return today with another question which has been on my mind lately, especially after reading
For me, I think the realization that I had become an adult came when I accepted the reality that my time is limited now, and all the joyful things I used to be able to do whenever (and for as long as) I wanted—reading, playing video games, watching movies etc.—have to be strictly scheduled, and in much smaller chunks of time than before.
How about you? When did you realize you had become an adult?
I’m turning 60 this year and I’m not done adulting yet.
I feel that I’m starting to come out of a transition period to adulthood. I think taking care of my cats and finishing up my degree(s) is a big step in that direction.
Once I brought the cats in, I realized now that I have to take care of two more beings other than myself, I needed to start becoming more fiscally responsible and start saving up so I can give them their best life. I’m not responsible enough to take care of other humans full time, but I can take care of two animals whom I can spoil and love just as well. Also talking with my boyfriend and us realizing that we do indeed want to move in together, so also allowing myself to share responsibilites with another human instead of taking everything on myself.
It happened to me when I got my first salary from the job I had trained for years to learn. I realised that I could support a proper family - wife, kids, dogs, the whole shebang- with my skills only, no subsidises involved from anywhere.
When I emerged from my 5th rehab and was finally sober, and realized that I had drunk away the last ten years of my life, and now I was 68 and my time left was limited. It was scary. Ironically, it has made me more selfish and less willing to dutifully do things that I hate like weddings.
The three M’s. Marriage, Muffins, and Mortgage.
Kids....once you have kids, every day feels like an exercise in someone else shoving adulthood in your face.
On a purely practical level, you can try and have kids while staying disorganised and impulsive, but it will flatten you :)
On a psychological level, kids force you to think about someone else more than yourself. Perhaps this is the essence of growing up?
I don't think I've gotten there yet haha!
Moving to America 2014, quit meat & alcohol, became a devout yogi