Adulting

April 8th, 2018

I’ve heard this term thrown around a lot lately. As a symptom of the greater conflict in our generation of the uncertainty and insecurity in our accomplishments as so-called grown-ups. We’re a few years out of school now and, I dunno about some of your friends, but I hear about my former classmates getting married, having babies, BUYING HORSES. Not houses. HORSES.

I mean, they’re buying houses too. That’s scary, too. Decades long mortgages. Painting walls, deck building, installing trim. They’re like doing pretty permanent stuff.

And here I am. I bought my first frying pan.

I mean I feel good about the purchase. Copper pans are nonstick af. So I got that at least.

*pauses, closes laptop, looks directly at camera*

Dylan’s getting married.

“In the future, people won’t have buttholes.”

April 8th, 2018

You know, it’s funny. Life just freaking happens to you when you’re making other plans. And I planned a bunch of shit. And other shit happened. And then… here we are.

I’ve been leveling up. I’ve been growing as a person. Do I go on adventures anymore? Hell, yeah, I do. I make memories. But there’s something special about them. I don’t share them. Not necessarily because i’m ashamed of (most of) them. but what makes them special is that they’re mine and mine alone. And that’s enough, you know?

No doubt, I’m a different person typing these words than I was the last time I posted here. And I’m pretty freaking proud of that. We all become different versions of ourselves over time. But some of us don’t do it intentionally.

Anyway, I’m in the woods. More to come soon.

(Thanks go to Eric Budge for the title quote. I’ll post the context soon. I promise.)