30 Years on the Earth

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

I have come to the conclusion that "growing up" is the process of realizing how full of shit adults are when they act like they know what they're doing.

And as an [ostensible] adult, I include myself in the "full of shit" category.

Seriously, I have no idea what I'm doing.

And I grow more and more certain by the day that nobody else does either.

Comments

[somnolentblue]

Sometimes, I look around and think, hey, I have these weird markers of adulthood, like the desire for throw pillows and a Real Couch and waking up at 6 freaking 40 on a Saturday because I'm used to a work schedule and actually making my vegetables to eat.

And I still don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing. And then I think that my mother had been a parent for years by the time she was my age and just sort of boggle. Of course, she tells me that she didn't have a clue what she was doing, either.

I swear, I'm going to be retired and still wondering what the fuck is going on.

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

I... still don't understand throw pillows.

[somnolentblue]

Couch napping. I'd prefer to have a pillow there instead of having to bring one from my bed. Also, sometimes, as a barrier between one's lap and a hot plate.

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

Ah. I guess I did that when I had my futon couch back in Jersey. I just never thought of them as throw pillows because to me, those are purely decorative and you're not actually supposed to put your face on them.