Twenty-five is a weird age. It's smack between 20, which feels exciting & new & oh-my-gosh-I'm-an-adult, & 30, which feels exciting & old & oh-my-gosh-now-I'm-actually-an-adult. I find myself acting approximately 50% childish & 50% grown-up, with as much as a 25% deviation at any given time. In terms of feeling like a real-life adult, I give you the following:- I'm hankering to decorate my currently-bare apartment with art from Etsy & maybe some homemade crafty goodness based on things I've found on blogs like Birds of a Feather. Also, I'm in embarrassingly desperate want of a wicker hamper. At what point in your life do you start wanting to buy home furnishings & wicker hampers, of all things?
- I actually (finally) started saving money, & I even committed to donating a portion of my salary to the One Percent Foundation, a non-profit dedicated to "next-generation philanthropy." It was started by some former employees of my current office, & it gives young adults - those of us who think "I'm too poor to make a donation that matters" - an opportunity to pool our resources with like-minded (& like-walleted) folks to fund projects that address global issues.
- I've started eating Lean Cuisine meals. Because they're healthy, & I could use some health. And because they don't taste like cardboard at all. (OK, so maybe that was a liiiittle bit of sarcasm.) But I'm now so accustomed to Lean Cuisine pizza that the taste of real pizza tastes... well, just weird. The adult in me is proud; the child in me is appalled.
Lean Cuisines aside, my pantry contains the following (& not much else): two packets of Easy Mac, a singular peach fruit cup, a can of Campbell's tomato soup, a box of oatmeal, & a bag of Twizzlers. So, um, about being healthy...- I just used a Barnes & Noble gift card to buy "The Summer Before," the newly released prequel to the Baby-sitters Club series. I then proceeded to spend about 20 minutes searching for a boxed set of the entire series - all 131 young adult novels, plus 15 Super Specials, 36 mysteries...
- I've spent every spare waking moment watching reruns of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" on Netflix View Instantly. In two weeks, I've almost finished two seasons, even going so far as to rekindle my crush on Spike. It feels a lot like 1997 up in this piece, & I suppose I could use a legitimate hobby or two...
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I assume it's normal to be perpetually stuck in a state of somewhere-in-between, not just when you're 25 but when you're 65, too. I assume it's normal to have some interests that aren't exactly "grown up," even when the other adult pieces begin to fall into place. And if it's not normal? Please don't tell me. And if you must tell me, please wait at least 2-6 business days for shipping plus however long it takes me to finish catching up with Kristy, Claudia, Mary Ann & the rest of the gang.* I'll be happy to talk life logistics once I'm done reliving age 10.
*That was a Baby-sitters Club reference, in case you didn't catch it. Which you shouldn't have.
