adulthood is a lie.

https://thoughtcatalog.com/liberty-rodriguez/2019/05/heres-the-truth-adulthood-is-a-lie/

I realized, over time, that my parents aren’t perfect and that being an adult is messy. My mom who I looked up to, who I had wanted to be just like, wasn’t who I had thought she was. She didn’t have it all perfectly together. My mom is elegant and lights up a room when she smiles. She’s also just a person. A messy, flawed person.

It would take me years of depression, a heavy dose of introspection, and a lot of reading to come to terms with who I was as a person and, more importantly, to realize that adulthood is a lie.

This idea that after you reach a certain point in your life, are X years old, or have had X experiences, you are now an adult, is rubbish. It insinuates that you get to a point where you are no longer allowed to make mistakes.

The truth is that you are never finished growing and life is all about making mistakes. It’s a part of the process. It’s a part of being human, of living life.

If you look at other people and think that they have it together, they don’t. The truth is that nobody has it together completely. Everyone has their own issues, their own experiences, and their own perceptions to deal with. You don’t see everything. You don’t know their inner struggles. Even if someone can exude confidence in a particular space, that’s all it is. Contentment and confidence in that particular space.

This is not to say that we are hopeless. It’s just the opposite. When you stop trying to run towards an arbitrary goal post, you can instead enjoy where you are right now. You will mess up and make many mistakes on your journey, but you will also grow, laugh, and have fun along the way.


https://thoughtcatalog.com/jamie-varon/2015/11/the-things-people-dont-tell-you-about-adulthood/

But, you know what no one ever told me?
ADULTHOOD
IS SO
BORING.

This is it? This is the big moment, the big hurrah, the big thing I have been waiting for during my twenties? This is what I was preparing for?

Making soup? Paying off student loan debt? Making minimum payments on credit cards? Hating younger me for buying things on credit cards? Thinking younger me who leased a car was an idiot? Having hangovers from one glass of wine? Looking forward to potentially making soup in a blender?

This is the worst.

The other day I was hanging out with a friend and I was like, “What do you do for fun?” And she stared at me lifelessly, vacantly and shrugged her shoulders. She asked me, “What can someone do for fun on a Thursday night that isn’t wildly expensive, won’t give them a hangover, and is actuallyfun?” I couldn’t think of anything. Not one thing. I was alarmed for myself, for my fellow thirty-somethings. I was not properly prepared for the mind-numbing ordinariness of being in your thirties.

Now, I know a lot of people have children at my age. I’m not sure where I stand on the idea of having children and vaguely feel like I should know by now if I want to be a mother. But, having children is a thing people do at this age. I’ve hung out with kids — they are not boring. They are not particularly interesting, but your mind has very few places to wander to when you’re with a kid, mostly because your wandering mind could literally kill a child. You need to be watching children all the time. All the time!Children have no concept of chill.

So, okay, if you’re childless and in your thirties and you don’t want to get drunk in order to have fun, then honestly what do you do? How do you escape the soul-crushing monotony of adulthood? I am genuinely scared that this is it. Do I just have children in order to break up the monotony? I feel like that’s a terrible reason to have a child.

I was not prepared for this knowledge — to find out that being grown is perhaps the most boring thing ever and to realize this at 30 when I likely have a lot more years to live. This is what I do? I work to be able to pay for things and I just keep doing this for like ever? And I can’t even cut the boredom with a glass of wine because I will inevitably have a hangover? Are things not fun post-30? I see a lot of people running marathons and cooking meals, but both of those things sound the opposite of fun. Am I missing some adult fun gene that allows me to think hiking is a verifiably pleasurable activity?

People told me adulthood was hard, but I didn’t realize it would be hard and also monotonous as fuck. I’m even doing work that I enjoy but work is still work even if you love it. I can’t accept that life becomes just a drudge of responsibility and productivity and cleaning and cooking and paying bills and worrying about paying bills and getting angry about political candidates and trying to increase productivity and looking at student loan statements and being like why did I go to college fat lot of good that degree is doing for me now. I’m supposed to make soup or go hiking or visit a farmer’s market or learn to like meal prepping or some shit?

This is it?

THIS!?

I quit adulthood. This is some bullshit.