Today I’m 24 years old.
I’ve technically been an adult for a while now, but every year I think to myself, “I don’t feel like an adult.” I am one, but I’m not one. Does that make sense?
This post was inspired by the lovely Jamie from The Perpetual Page-Turner and a comment I left on one of her posts.
I’m pretending my way through life
Whenever I used to look at adults and compare them to myself (as a kid), here’s what I saw:
- People with jobs and working hours.
- Taxes, insurance.
- Grumbling over rent and “paying the bills” and how it was easier being a kid.
But now I’m an adult and I DON’T HAVE THOSE THINGS!
Job, what job?
Okay, yes, I have a job. But I’m self employed. And that’s not to say that being self employed isn’t a real job, BECAUSE IT IS, I just mean that it’s soooo different from a corporate job.
In high school I always skated by. I got good grades (As and Bs, most of the time), but I didn’t try. I somehow managed to get through without studying or focusing. I always thought that would come to an end when I graduated and had to get a job… But it hasn’t.
My job is the most relaxed thing ever. I’m in a fantasy land.
- I’m self employed.
- I make my own hours.
- I wake up sometime between 10am and noon, then grab a drink from Costa, have a leisurely morning, and then start working.
- I can take vacations and breaks whenever I want because about 50-70% of my income is passive, and then we ALSO have my husband’s income.
Even by self employed standards, I’m super lax. A lot of freelancers have strict schedules for themselves where they wake up at 9, work, take lunch, work, then get off work at 5. That’s not me! I wake up LATE, I go out for lunch, I screw around, I work, I screw around, I work some more… and because of that, sometimes I even work after dinner.
But I don’t have to get dressed, I can sit in my PJs all day long, and I don’t have a cubicle or an office… and I can do whatever the hell I want work/project-wise.
How the hell do I do insurance?
I don’t even know.
There are some things (like insurance) that I feel like I’m SUPPOSED to know as an “adult”, but I just don’t. When I was a kid, my dad took care of that. Now I’m married and my husband takes care of that.
Now, I’m not complaining. I have no DESIRE to learn about insurance and crap like that. Having to sort out my own taxes was annoying enough. But it still just reinforces the point that I don’t do “adult things”.
Give me bills over school any day
Sooo many adults say that once you become an adult, you’ll miss school. So far I’ve NEVER had that feeling, and it’s hard to imagine ever having it.
- No, I don’t LIKE paying thousands of pounds in taxes.
- No, I don’t LIKE paying rent.
But I’d rather do those things than have to go to school for seven hours a day, then come home and do homework for more hours, then study for stupid tests that are pointless anyway because you’ll forget it all as soon as you graduate.
I hated school. The system is so screwed up in the sense that it’s all about memorizing useless facts and equations that you could just look up on Google anyway. But I don’t want to get sidetracked…
My point is, I prefer being an “adult” (even if I’m a fake one) than being a student.
Not all adults are put together or know everything or have strict schedules
As Jamie says in her awesome post:
“There’s so many expectations of what life should be like.” Jamie, Enjoying It For What It Is
We imagine that being a grown up is about being “put together”, or knowing how to deal with bureaucratic things, or having a 9-5 job with a cubicle… But we’re all different adults. Some of us are well organized and totally OWN IT. Others, like myself, just smile and skate along, pretending like we know what we’re doing.