The more I grow up, the more I find that I am a kidult. I love being the age that I am, but it is such a pivotal time, that I am constantly unsure if I am a kid or an adult. Thus, I have dubbed myself a “kidult.”
Somedays, I really love catching up on all of my emails. I will sit at my computer for a few hours and make sure that I have answered everyone back. I will get as much work done in one go as possible and feel totally accomplished for that. That’s a pretty adult thing to do.
Then to celebrate, I’ll treat myself to a nice long coloring session. Not so adult.
I will make a list for the grocery store. I will go to the grocery store and get everything on my list. Adult.
Half of my list:
- Bagel Bites
- Peanut butter
- Press on tattoos
- Light Saber
I refuse to sleep with a single light on, I have black out curtains and a sleep mask. Adult.
I can’t have a single fraction of a molecule on one of my feet not under the blanket or a monster might grab my feet and drag me under they bed. Kid or crazy… you decide.
I guess that my big issue with this kidulthood is that I fear the day that it has to end. I’m guessing that there will come a time when I have to suck it up and just go to sleep instead of binging on Netflix for three days straight. I just never want to be boring and some “adults” are so boring. I would rather be a kidult forever than subject myself to a complete shopping list of only toiletries and skim milk.