First day of July; first day of the last half of the year. This month will also be the last month of my 20s. Not bad, huh? I even think that when I’m on my 30s, I am legally allowed to say, “Oh no, I’m too old for that,” for almost everything (including understanding the reason why kids these days only want to keep 5 – 8 posts on their Instagram feed) :S
Yesterday I read a Tweet asking about a moment, ‘the’ moment we knew we became adult. Some people answered with the moment they signed the loan for housing, some said that they turned into adult when they started talking about long term investment while hanging out with friends.
Well, to be really honest, I did that on my early 20s. I’ve been a real adult by that definition and all these years, I probably have been ‘that’ boring responsible adult regularly portrayed in romantic comedy; ‘the’ nightmare for fun and cutely sloppy people. You know. So typical.
Not that I’m not proud of myself. I’m just thinking that we might have our own definition about adulthood. I told my husband that I really felt like a settled adult after I bought a VIP ticket for a music festival so I can skip the queue and being pushed by the energetic teenagers. I am NOT saying that I have that much money, I’m saying that now I see money differently. I can tell that Haruki Murakami (without over-idolizing him) was accurate on writing this:
Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Anyway. I’m not sure that writing a blog post about defining adulthood counts as a very adult thing, but here is another accurate Tweet to sum it up:
Being an adult is pretty easy, you just feel tired all the time and tell people about how tired you are and they tell you how tired they are— TechnicallyRon (@TechnicallyRon) August 1, 2016
Have a great day, people! Just 4.5 days to go before weekend!