Something dawned on me the other day: I'm officially an adult. For the past three years I've been semi-adulting - paying the bills, cooking (the best cheese toasties ever) and doing the dishes and laundry when I can be bothered / run out of knickers. But alongside all of this I've also been able to fall back on the fact that, hey, I'm a student, it doesn't matter if I'm still trying to figure things out and work out what the hell all those buttons mean on the microwave. I'm allowed to not have my shit together. I'm a student, remember!?
Only a few weeks ago I actually stopped being a student. I handed in my final assignment and now - apart from that weird flat cap I'll have to wear in August - I'm officially a graduate. I'm also now closer to 25 than I am to 20. Gross. When did all of this happen!? I could have sworn I only finished college a few years ago. Turns out, that was over four years ago now. Again, sickening.
So now that we've established that I have zero concept of time (apparently) lets address the big fat elephant in the room here. I hate to break it to you, but we're kind of already adults (unless you're one of those young people..in that case, get off the Internet and go build a fort!) and we have been for a while.
Now I'm sitting here thinking, wait, wasn't I meant to be at the top of my career by this point? Wasn't I supposed to know
what the hell I was doing with my life, let alone obtain the knowledge on how to successfully iron a pair of trousers? But you see, I've figured it out you guys. Our parents lied. The whole time they were giving the impression of having their shit together when we were kids was all one big cover up. Because I don't know one single person that has a clue about who they are, and what they're doing with themselves.
No matter how old and no matter how successful someone might seem from the outside. Inside, chances are they're just as crap at adulthood as the rest of us. Doesn't that feel good? Knowing that all those fancy professors and lecturers, doctors and businessmen are walking around - just like you - thinking 'Crap! Play it cool Jonathan. (other adult names are available) If you look like you know what you're doing then no one will ever question why you're wearing the same socks as yesterday.' You know?
You know. I know you do.
So when it comes to adulthood, I hate to break it to you, but chances are you're already doing it, whatever 'it' might be. But just remember, when things do get too real adult-wise, there's nothing stopping you from hiding under your bed, building a fort and eating potato smileys until the sun goes down. Trust me, us adults do it all the time.