19 Times November Is The Toughest Month For "Adulting"

19 Times November Is The Toughest Month For "Adulting"

I want my mummy.
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Adulting is defined by Oxford Dictionary as "The practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks."

Since moving out of my house, and attending University, I have come across the most obvious and biggest struggles of adulting, the fun of finances and forms plaguing my ever-growing life. To refrain from becoming depressed as I embark on my 21st birth-week, here is a list of 20 times in the last month that adulting has presented challenges on the smaller scale.

1. Opening a wine bottle that isn't a twist off.

I have been known to serve guests wine through a pasta strainer to avoid feeding them pieces of cork.

2. Learning how to and trying to pull off cooking one of my mum’s dishes.

Last week, as Autumn is certainly here, I attempted to make my mother's famous stew and ended up burning lentils to the bottom of the pan, which I then left in the sink, and the lentils got stuck. RIP pan.

3. Forgetting to set aside money for bills and traveling home.

Sometimes I forget that even me writing this article is costing me a meal's worth of money. And when the time comes to pay my bills, I swear to myself that next month I will sit in the dark all day.

4. Living paycheck to paycheck.

I now know the exact date that my paychecks come in, and if they are a second late, I am on my laptop writing a strongly worded email. You forget that there is nobody to spot you 20 for lunch, so you're just stuck eating the testers at the farmer's market.

5. Realizing Dayquil is not the answer to all my sicknesses (and a hangover doesn't count as a cold)

The constant hangover cannot be cured with Dayquil. I'm not sick, just an idiot.

6. Moving houses.

This is probably the WORST thing about adulting. As students, we move around a lot. Each year is a battle to figure out where you will be living in 11 month's time. And on top of that struggle is how to move your stuff, and how to fit your sofa through the door of your new place without deconstructing it.

7. Forgetting to use oven gloves, or misplacing them and thinking I am Superwoman.

You are not Superman. You will get burnt. You will regret it.

8. Oversleeping.

About 3 times a week, my alarm is turned off by a hand which is magically detached from the rest of my body and my brain. These are the mornings you need the shrill voice of your mother at your door.

9. Wanting a pet when I can’t even feed/walk myself.

I've wanted a pet for such a long time. But on those days when I order in from a restaurant literally 4 minutes from my house, paying the $5 delivery fee because I'm just that damn lazy, I stop to think and ask myself how I would ever walk my dog.

10. Buying gifts for all my family members.

I love surprising my parents with amazing birthday presents, things that they will cherish, appreciate, and enjoy. Sucks that all I can afford is a card and a selection of snacks from the corner shop.

11. Not having someone to call in sick for me.

It's really awkward having to call into work the day after Halloween, knowing that they're not going to believe your fake cough and sniffles down the phone.

12. Having to decide to apologize for me.

I grew up with two younger brothers. While I love them, we did and still do torture each other occasionally. Nowadays my mother makes us fend for ourselves, leaving me to deal with the fact that they are both now grown men, and despite being 3 and 6 years younger, are both far stronger than me. However, when we were younger she would force us to apologise. Sometimes it's difficult having to make that decision by yourself, having to recognise when it's your turn to extend a hand to shake.

13. Wanting a Christmas tree SO bad, but not being able to afford one.

This was maybe the saddest thing about checking my bank account last week. Every year my family gets a huge Christmas tree for the living room. This is my first year as a student living in a detached house, and not having a tree or decorations hung outside.

14. Realizing kitchen cabinets do not close themselves.

Something I realise more and more every day as I walk into the kitchen and it looks like we've had some paranormal activity in the house. Also something I need to change as I have been known to walk into the cabinet doors.

15. Not having quarters for laundry. EVER.

I miss having a washing machine that isn't coin operated, and that doesn't eat your quarters. leaving you to construct a makeshift washing line in your kitchen with tied-together trash bags.

16. Quality products vs your bank account.

I miss opening the kitchen cabinets to an assortment of expensive snacks like trailmix, organic peanut butter and homemade marmalade. Right now I can tell you that I have instant coffee, two packets of instant miso soup, a Cliff Bar that I got for free from some on-campus promotion, and half a jar of Skippy.

17. Telling your sober self that my drunk self will make the bed when I get home.

Make the bed before you go out. Please. Don't sleep on top of your clean laundry, still in your boots from the night. Please.

18. Checking the mail is becoming depressing.

I used to receive my mum's subscription for Teen Vogue, birthday cards, and a weekly organic food delivery. Now I live alone, I receive bills, coupon newspapers (which I use, by the way), and bank statements which I daren't look at.

19. Getting to the airport is really expensive.

When I finally decide that adulting is too much for me, the flight home has a real sting in its tail as getting to the airport costs about as much as my groceries for the week. Well, at least I'm going home.

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To High School Seniors In Their Last Semester

Senior year moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
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Dammit, you made it. The final semester of your senior year. You’re at the top of the food chain of high school, and it feels so good. You’re probably praying this last semester flies by, that you get out of town as soon as possible.

At this point, you’re calling teachers by their first names, the entire staff knows you by name, and you’re walking around school standing tall, owning those hallways. You’re convinced you’re ready to leave and move on to the next chapter in your life.

You’ve already experienced your last football game, standing in the cold in the front row of the student section all season long, decked out in your school colors and cheering loud and proud. That is, until they lost, and you realized you will never have that experience again. Never again.

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You already had your last winter break. Preparing and celebrating the holidays with your family, ice skating and sledding with your best friends. Those quiet nights alone in your room watching Netflix, taking for granted your loved ones just a few rooms away. Never again.

If you’re an athlete, you may have already played in your last game or ran your last race. The crowd cheering, proudly wearing your school’s name across your chest, giving it your all. For some, it may be the end of your athletic career. Before you knew it, you were standing in an empty gym, staring up at the banners and thinking about the mark you left on your school, wondering where on earth the time went. Never again.

I’m telling you right now, you’re going to miss it all. Everything you’ve ever known. Those early mornings when you debate going to first hour because you really need those McDonald’s hash browns. The late nights driving home from practice, stopping for ice cream of course, ready for a late night of homework. Getting food on a whim with your friends. Endless fights with your siblings. Your favorite chips in the pantry. A fridge full of food. Coming home to and getting tackled by your dog. Driving around your hometown, passing the same sights you’ve seen every day for as long as you can remember. Hugs from your mom after a long day. Laughs with your dad. And that best friend of yours? You’re going to miss them more than anything. I’m telling you right now, nothing will ever be the same. Never again.

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Before you start packing your bags, slow down, take a deep breath, and look around. You’ve got it pretty good here. The end of your senior year can be the time of your life; it’s truly amazing. So go to the winter dance, go to Prom, spend Senior Skip Day with your classmates, go to every sporting event you can, while you still can. College is pretty great, but it’s the little things you’re gonna miss the most. Don’t take it for granted because soon, you’ll be standing in a packed gym in your cap and gown, wondering where the heck the time went. You’ve got a long, beautiful life ahead of you, full of joy but also full of challenges. You’re going to meet so many wonderful people, people who will treat you right and people who won’t.


So, take it all in. Be excited for the future and look forward to it, but be mindful of the present. You’ve got this.
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Competition Isn’t Real, So Stop Worrying About What You Think Is Your 'Competition'

When you stop worrying about being better than "your competition," you will succeed.

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"What are your plans for after College?" is the one question every college student wishes they could never hear again. After hearing those seven short words, the body of the college student is flooded with waves of irritation, paranoia, and worry.

When you set all your triggered thoughts and anxieties aside and manage to hurl out an answer, you're probably told "That's nice, but how are you going to get a job? That field is so competitive." At this point, you are probably ready to excuse yourself from the conversation for a timely breakdown.

Throughout high school, conversations at family gatherings and holiday parties typically went through this vicious cycle.

A naive junior in high school who was quick to say his major was going to be Musical Theater in college was always infuriated by the response "You'll never find work. That field is so competitive."

After a while, I started to believe it and decided to look elsewhere for a career path. I considered nursing, to where I was told how competitive college nursing programs are, and how little students they accept. I figured I wouldn't stand a chance, so I kept looking.

I circled back to the theater and was reminded by everybody how rigorous the Musical Theater college audition process was, and how they only accept a handful of kids. Surely there were other students more capable than me, and I wasn't going to let the ridiculously annoying boastful comments of theater kids ruin my search for my path in life.

My Dad always reminds me how much money I could make pursuing business, but working a 9-5 desk job dealing with hot-headed businessmen being choked by the tightness of their neckties never appealed me.

I felt fatigued like I was being told that I need to pursue what other people want me to, instead of following my dreams.

At this time I was a senior in High School, and my CommonApp was filled with prospective schools that I might attend, but the "intended major" section part of each application wasn't filled.

The loud "you can't" and "you'll NEVER get work" boomed in my ear until I was convinced I couldn't follow my dreams of becoming an actor, so I caved and intended to pursue journalism. I was told by all my teachers I was a gifted writer, so I figured it would be worth a shot.

"You can always do theater on the side," is what I heard. Now in college pursuing journalism, a field I was told: "will be one I can actually get a job in," some professors tell me after graduation, I will be doing journalism "on the side" because of how "competitive" the field is.

All occupational fields are competitive, whether that be communications, business, nursing, etc. Here is one thing that I learned through this experience and many others…

You have no competition.

In the eyes of someone who is hiring for a job, they are going to pick whoever's work they feel best fits the position. This isn't the product of a cutthroat field, it's solely the product of your work fitting the part.

You can't mash two puzzle pieces together because you THINK it's what fits, whatever is meant for you will come to you. Your puzzle pieces will fit together naturally.

In the end, it will come together to form a beautiful picture.

As for me, I decided to tune out the comments about competitive fields. What used to consume me cannot phase me anymore.

I still intend to pursue my dreams of becoming a performer, and at every audition I will remind myself that it is not the field that is competitive, there is no competition. The performer sitting next to me at an open call is not my competition, but my inspiration to work hard to find the job that will best fit me.

In the words of Cinderella, "there is one thing, they can't order me to stop dreaming."

The reporter who grabs every single story shouldn't turn me into someone who viciously grabs every story they can to build their portfolio, it should make me look for stories I WANT to tell that will progress me as a writer. After all, I am still learning.

I learned that I shouldn't belittle other people that are deemed "my competition" to disorient them, giving me a better chance at getting a job. Kindness will be more rewarding than contributing to the vicious dog-eat-dog world.

"I'm not in competition with anyone except who I used to be, and everything I do now is just an evolved version of something I've done before" -Kali Uchis

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