Walking into a fast food restaurant and a group of high school age kids were doing goofy things to make each other laugh, I walked by and, shaking my head, muttered “teenagers”.
The first one though was when my child came to me with a problem and fully expected me to fix it.
I get excited over appliances and such too. I also now wince, badly, when I see a foot of snow outside. I need to dig that shit up. If not today, then tomorrow - it won’t melt by the time I have to go to work.
Two of my uncles and my mom both died in the last three years. I’ve been thinking a LOT about this. It really won’t be much longer until that generation is gone…I’m 35 now, and time is a ticking. I wonder how long it will be until it’s just my generation?
Flying never did it to me because I flew alone at seven, ten, and fifteen, overseas the last two times.
Of all things, opening a safety deposit box at the bank really struck me as a moment of adulthood. That responsibility of needing a place to store birth certificates, naturalization certificates, gold from our grandparents, etc., really hit home.
Oh, my, yes. I was utterly weirded out the first time I was called “Mrs. Shoe” at work. I was like, “Who? Oh, you mean me?”
I’m not there yet. Not sure if I ever will be. Being together for nearly a decade before getting hitched in the 1st place might be part of it, I guess. Wives are things that other women are, I always thought. (Sweet shedding cats, we’ve been together thirteen years this upcoming summer! :eek:)
I’ve just spent all my money. I can’t decide whether I’m a grown up for buying a new car (instead of an old banger, which is what I’ve always driven) or not a grown up because it took all my money to do so.
I’ve had a lot of them. I guess I keep forgetting I’m a grown up :D:
At age 16, signing the authorization forms for a procedure for * my son *. I hadn’t signed any official documents for MYSELF at that point because I was a minor child. But now, I was a mother, and therefore a grown up.
Realizing that my siblings and cousins and I are one uncle away from being the oldest generation in our family.
I have grandchildren in high school. One of them is older than I was when his father was born.
I like to waste a few bucks a month on scratch tickets. The other month I won 100 dollars, and my first thought was “I can make an extra payment on my student loans!”
Going to the bank to deposit my paycheques. I mean, the bank is where mom goes! To do grown-up stuff! While I wait in the car with a comic book!
Getting into my first car accident, and being really shaken up, and my parents not immediately coming to see me because they lived a couple hours away. But you’re my mommy! You’re supposed to comfort me!
Company I work for now has a financial advisor as a perk to employees - he comes to discuss with us options like making a contribution to an RRSP that employer will match. But-but-but I don’t know! Mom and Dad always told me what to do with my money! I don’t know if I want to do this!
Whenever I try to go back and read a book I loved as a child, like Howl’s Moving Castle, and I find the prose too simplistic to be engaging. I feel sad whenever I think about it, yet I keep trying.
I’m 54, my gf is 53. All of our parents, aunts, uncles are dead or dying. Many of our friends are dealing with serious health issues. C’est La Vie I guess.
No, I know what you meant. My “huh?” was more like a “Huh? Does he think he’s clever by taking some words out to make me say something else?”. I don’t get the point of it.
Oh, god yes. I have a fourteen year old cousin. The other day when I called home, and he picked up, I swear for a minute I thought I was talking to his father, my uncle. But then I remembered that my uncle passed away a few years ago. It’s crazy to me how his son could bring back his memory in an instant.
Really? I find a lot of sly fun in Diana Wynne Jones. Of course, I’m a public librarian and try to stay up with YA lit (and can enjoy the stuff I liked again without shame, because professional) and a lot is bad now, but the “classics” (even at the time young classics) hold up, and I’d consider her some of that. Yeah, it’s for a younger audience, but I don’t feel like it’s too dumb for me - a nod and a wink, rather.