Wait, isn’t that a Blink 182 song title?

A few weeks back I was worshiping listening to NPR while walking to work. Usually the news stories just buzz in one ear and out the other. On this particular day however, a really interesting story caught my ear. The reporter was asking people on the Seattle street when they realized they were an “adult.” There were many typical answers.

“When I got married.”

“When I joined the Marines.”

“When I turned 30.”

“When I had my first kid.”

“When I made love to an antelope.”

Whatever the case, it sparked a thought process with dire consequences. (hence, this blog) At 35 years of age, I do not feel like an adult. Or to clarify, it wasn’t until listening to this news story that I actually took a step back and looked at myself and my supposed adulthood.

I quickly ran through the adult checklist:

Then I stopped. There are a hell of a lot of things I do that are not “adult.” I play computer games. I sit around in the living room wearing only my boxers. My condo looks like a Ten Thousand Villages. I still enjoy cartoons and read comic books. Aren’t you supposed to grow out of these things?

But wait! I do adult things! All my bills are paid off. I have a taste for single malt cask strength scotch. I live thousands of miles away from my parents. I’ve lived in a foreign country. I vote! I have a freakin’ IRA and retirement portfolio. How much more adult do you want?

I had been holding on to a crazy notion of what “adult” was.  My notion was based on passing certain tests and fulfilling certain benchmarks. I was looking at being an adult from the perspective of a teenager; somebody I will be someday, rather than who I am.

Being an adult isn’t checking off a list. It’s about taking responsibility for your actions and admitting when you’re a dumb ass. I can still play video games and read comic books because my bills are paid and I pay attention to my relationship with my wife. I can say no to buying that $500 lock of Wil Wheaton’s baby hair on Ebay because I’m saving up for a first time home mortgage.  It’s all about making good life choices and not being a dick. Case closed.

I don’t always feel like an adult, but I’m not sure I want to anymore. As long as I’m making those big adult decisions, I can still laugh at a fart joke and enjoy going to Ren Fairs.

So NPR, just to answer your question… when did I realize I was an adult?

Just now.

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About Justin Almeida

Coffee roaster, beer brewer, spirit distiller, capsaicin addict, active activist, peaceful warrior.
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3 Responses to Wait, isn’t that a Blink 182 song title?

  1. Mark N. says:

    Adulthood is simply (IMHO) when you understand responsibility. Kids, houses, marriage, etc… is all secondary to when you understand the fact that you have to show a level of responsibility to get what you want in life in order to achieve the ends to your means.

  2. Victoria Almeida says:

    Well…I can’t say I have ever successfully felt like an adult. Sometimes I wing it, play at it or give it my best shot. Most of my time, these retirement days, I avoid having to pretend I am an adult.

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