There are certain things that you are supposed to do as a grown-up. Some of those things, however, seem pretty worthless. Is there any adult activities that you avoid?
I don’t separate my laundry. As a child my mother made me diligently separate everything into white, lights and darks. Now I just throw everything in and wash it on cold. Nothing has exploded yet. And, my clothes still get clean.
I also don’t bother to balance my checkbook. My mother turned checkbook balancing into a mysterious ritual. I always thought it involved strange mathematical equations. Imagine my disappointment when I realized it was just adding and subtracting. I rarely write checks, and I usually have a pretty good idea of how much money I have hanging around, so I don’t have any risk of bouncing a check.
Dusting. Bleah. Hate, hate, hate dusting. Don’t mind dust so much, though.
Getting married, having kids. Aside from the whole sexual-orientation thing, I just don’t wanna.
Give up playing games all the freaking time. Hey, I’m not married, I don’t have kids, if I want to play games all weekend… well, I do.
Wear suits. Not a chance. People need computer geeks too much to stuff us into those monstrosities.
Get a car loan. Why? It’s used, it looks good, I paid cash.
Buy a house. Why? I don’t have to take care of it, it’s cheap, and I don’t have to take care of it. Something breaks, if I care enough, I call the landlord.
I just realized, I’m living the life I dreamed I would when I was fourteen. Whee!
I hate making beds.
I pull the covers up so the cats won’t get on the sheets, but that’s about it. If we’re having company, and I think they may wander into the bedrooms, I will actually really make the beds, with the pillow shams and throw pillows, but on a daily basis, they don’t get made. Drives my mom and mom-in-law absolutely nuts.
I hate wearing pantyhose.
Haven’t actually worn full-length panyhose for several years. I usually cheat, and wear knee-high hose, and since I usually wear longer dresses, I can get away with it.
In the summer, I will wear sundresses with sandals or with white bobby socks and Keds.
I am with those of you who don’t balance their checkbooks.
I also have no kids, don’t want any.
My work allows me a fairly flexible schedule, so I don’t have to do the Commute-to-the City-Hell-On-Earth-Exercise every morning. I can stay up all night working if I have to or sleep in and then get up and work or whatever. (Actually, I should be working right now on a project that’s due Monday… for shame!)
I don’t like to cook so I don’t. I eat a lot of TV dinners and uncooked hotdogs, or peanut butter sandwiches, or lunchmeat right outta the package.
I don’t dust or vacuum much. (However, the place is generally tidy because I like to be able to find stuff when I need it.)
I don’t do my own taxes. That would not be wise.
I don’t wear makeup (except for really special occasions), paint or grow my nails, or have a “hairstyle”. It’s just time I’d rather spend doing other stuff.
I agree with MrVisible: I am leading a life that was my dream-primo-coolo life that I envisioned as a kid. I feel pretty lucky.
I don’t do my own laundry. Course, when I move out this summer, I’ll have to start. Right now, all I wash is my work uniforms, because I need them more than just on weekends.
I don’t balance my checkbook. I have a basic idea of how much money is in my account, and I’ve only bounced one check so far. And that was because my car payment went through before my paycheck.
I don’t do my own taxes. My mom has an accounting degree. That’s what she’s there for.
I don’t get my car checked on a regular basis. Oops.
I don’t have kids. (Hell, I’m only 19, I still consider myself a kid!!)
Right now, I don’t pay rent, or any bills. I’m moving out within the next couple of months though, so I’ll have to start. Grr…
(The above is a quote from the Doctor [in the Dr. Who TV program])
I don’t make my bed under normal circumstances either. I don’t sort my laundry the way my mother did. I generally do a cold load and a hot load. I pay no attention to what color anything is. I don’t have any set schedule for housecleaning chores; most, I do shockingly seldom.
I never, never, never wear skirts, dresses, pantyhose, stockings, high heels, or makeup. I wear slacks or jeans, cotton sport socks, running-type shoes. As a kid, I absolutely hated being compelled to wear a skirt or dress to school every day.
I don’t separate my laundry at all (I was taught that you separated them so the colors didn’t bleed into the whites, but none of my stuff’s wound up like that, so oh frickin well!)
I don’t change my oil myself. I have the garage do it.
I’m a non-bedmaker, too.
I separate my laudry (‘light’ or ‘dark’) but I refuse to iron anything.
I won’t wear “nice” clothes unless absolutely necessary.
I won’t get my hair cut/styled/permed. I just chop my bangs when they start poking my eyeballs.
I don’t belong to any clubs or societies, so necessary for being socially acceptable here. I don’t care if I’m socially acceptable.
I don’t wear jewelry, except for my wedding band.
So there. You can’t make me.
-I don’t watch “the news”.
-I don’t worry if I’m going bald.
-I’m not self-conscious about my beard turning grey before the rest of the hair on my head.
-My (7-month old) son does not have a “theme” in his bedroom.
(notice that I didn’t call it a “nursery”?)
-I don’t care much what other adults think of me.
and, for some reason, I catch more grief for this next one…
-I don’t drink alcohol.
It’s a personal reason that I don’t feel I need to justify. But in social situations, it starts like this…
Friend: “What can I getcha to drink?”
Me: “A diet Coke would be great, thanks.”
F: “We got lite beer, imports… wine?”
M: “No thanks, diet Coke would suit me fine.”
F: “You sure? We got Labat’s, Coors,… Heiniken?”
I usually have to stop them by saying “I’m driving”… That’s been my all-purpose answer for a long time.
Reminds me of a button I still have around here somewhere. “It’s Never Too Late To Have A Happy Childhood.”
