If you had told me when I was 18, that on my 33rd birthday I would be drunk slip-and-slide-flip-cupping in a friends backyard, I would’ve never believed you. Back then, I was under the impression that at a certain age you turn into an adult and no longer cry into a bowl of ice-cream when you get your heart-broken, or have an all-night laughfest trying to imitate Chewbacca. Thankfully, I was wrong. Sure, I’m
more a little more responsible now and I have things like a 401k plan and Godkids, but there are still a few things I will never outgrow.
Enrolling for benefits – Truth be told, I’ve had my mom do this for me (or at least check them) each time I’ve gotten a new job. It’s not that I don’t understand it, I just don’t want to deal with it. HMO, PPO, deductibles, flipfluctuals – whatever. You might as well be speaking a different language. I spent 10 minutes just this morning trying to figure out if I should enroll for HMO or PPO, come to find out my job only offers PPO.
Visiting the dentist. Every 6 months I go to the dentist, and every 6 months I’m scared of the big, bad man with the teeth gun!
Being my mother’s daughter. I could be 50, and my mom will always be my mommy. I will never be too old to cry in her arms, ask her for help, bring over my laundry, or request my favorite homemade meal. And I’ll always be too young to talk about sex around her. Ew, that’s just yucky!
Now click after the jump to read about 3 ways I’m kinda adulting!