September 20, 2000

So when, exactly, am I going to feel like an adult?

I've been waiting for it to happen for years, waiting for the sudden sharp snap -- Ding! Your maturity has arrived! -- that will render me capable of having the slightest idea about what I'm supposed to be doing.  That's what grown-ups do, right?  Have some idea?

I mean, geez.  I've got a wife, two kids, a mortgage, some actual responsibility at work, and the occasional plumbing problem, both personal and residential.  But I still can't look at myself in the mirror and not go, "Pfft."

I see my parents and think: Adults.  I see my boss and think: Adult.  I even see my wife and think: Adult.

But I see myself and think: You've got a zit on your forehead.

 



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