Being an adult sucks2 min read

Let’s be real here. Being an adult sucks.

Being an adult sucks.

I’m in my 30s now and I’m no wiser about the world than I was when I was in my 20s. Sure, I’m more confident in myself and who I am – that is for certain, so I guess that is something. But surely at this point, I should know more about how to be an adult.

But I don’t.

I’m still socially awkward (sure, who isn’t?), still don’t know how to pose for photos (seriously, what do I do with my hands?), and I still overthink eye contact – but, thankfully, in a recent conversation with someone I realized I wasn’t alone in this, so that’s something. It’s crazy hard to hold a conversation without going out on a tangent or bringing up something extremely nerdy in an overly passionate way & I have no idea what Real Talk actually means and, right now, I’m too afraid to ask.

I don’t floss.

I’ve been shampooing my hair by myself for the last.. 20-odd years and I’m only about 95% certain I’m doing it right. I taught myself how to shave & I have the scars on my lip to prove it.

There are so many times I realize something that should probably be pretty obvious to most people. My attention span is so bad that I’ve been distracted at least a dozen times as I’m writing this.

I don’t know how to dance.

But I guess it’s a learning process. You have to do something wrong to figure out what is right. You need to make mistakes to learn from them.

If I know now what I didn’t know what I was 20, maybe I’ll know more about life by the time I’m 40. And hopefully, by that time, I’ll have actually learned to brush my teeth.