By all technical measures, I am an adult person. I pay bills and have a retirement plan and schedule yearly mole checks. I have reached a point where I don't like loud music in restaurants and small children expect me to know the answers to things. So technically, I probably shouldn't do a lot of the things I still do. But I also can't help shake the feeling that I'm not the only one--that there are definitely hordes of other grown ups out there who also feel vaguely like total impostors. So in the spirit of transparency, here are just a few of my most egregious offenses to adulthood:
- I like Cheetos. A lot. I'm a grown up and I know how to read food labels and I watch Netflix documentaries on how bad things like Cheetos are for my body and the world at large, and I still really like them and eat them. And if someday I have (impressionable, malleable) young kids they'll probably catch me eating them and things like them every now and then. Because I'm only human. SUE ME.
So there you have it! A few hard truths from my technically adult life. I invite you to share your own (it actually feels really good)! Also, sorry mom.
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