In the mail yesterday I received the medical, dental and vision insurance cards for my wife and I. My entire life was spent either on my parent’s insurance through being a student, or as a rider on my wife’s policy.
Now the BCBS cards bear my awesome name. I am the policy holder. I now have [blaring trumpets] My Own Policy[/blaring trumpets].
There is no excuse now. Between this, the stock options I buy every paycheck and the 401(k), I have no excuse.
I am an adult. I am a responsible member of a productive society. I have to act like one.*
[sub]I’m really going to miss my carefree days, though[/sub]
Sure, your an adult now, but is that really a bad thing?
Think about this. You can stay out all night if you want to. You don’t have a curfew and you have pleanty of spending money, no need for an allowance.
You can buy pretty much whatever you want. You can go to a bar and get pissed drunk. You can invite friends over to drink. Man you can do pretty much anything you want because you are non longer a child living with your parents.
All those things you wanted to do as a kid, as a teen, you can do now without guilt. Add to that the fact that you have your own home so you can eat junk before dinner if you want, you have your own car, so if you want to go to the movies with the “buds” you don’t have to ask to borrow dad’s car AND you are married so you can have nice and legal, guilt free sex for pleasure.
Think about it, being an adult is the thing you’ve waited your whole life for, embrace it!
Um, everything you’ve mentioned is exactly what I can not do now. I could when I was free-wheelin’ and irresponsible, but these days…
The other month I … drumroll… did, and paid, my taxes.
Holy crap. I think I’m an adult!
…I hear you. I bought a CD last week. Not the fun kind, but rather one that pays %3.205 APR over eight months. I found myself talking to a banking guy and actually planning into '06. Somehow that feels way to grown-up for me.