My friends have been having kids lately. The more I think about; the more all of it marinates in my brain, I can come to only one, undeniable conclusion:
My parents were once young.
When they had kids, they must have been just some clueless 30 year olds. Although, I’m convinced that they must have matured faster than I have. Most people probably mature faster than I. I’m still working on it.
When I was a kid, I always assumed that my parents knew what they were doing.* I also assumed that I would reach some well-defined mark when I would become an “adult” and then I would feel like one. That didn’t happen. Even when I graduated college and started working at an accounting firm, I felt like a total imposter; a kid dressed up as a business lady (I kind of looked like one too).
Now that I’m 30, I feel like a *young* adult, a newly defined category for someone that is comfortable drinking legally and working in the city, but not ready to have a mortgage or care for another human being.
I get the feeling that I should feel like an actual adult at this point, but why force it? I’ll just keep faking it. It’s worked well enough so far.
Do you feel like an actual adult? When did that start?
*My parents might resent the implication that they didn’t know what they were doing. You figured it pretty well, guys.