Faking Adulthood

So you’re cruising through life, hitting all the milestones, you’ve done uni, you’ve got a job, maybe you’ve been through a few. Your social life’s great, loving your friends, then all of a sudden one day, it hits you like a ton of bricks and you’re all like ‘hold up! I’m a grown up?! When the hell did this happen?!’ Surely I can’t be the only one who feels like they’re faking adulthood. There are plenty of parts of life I feel I deal with just fine, but then there are other areas I feel totally unprepared for.


When I was growing up, my parents did a weekly shop, our cupboards were always full. Now that I’m supposedly an adult I find myself asking ‘what the hell was in those cupboards?!’ Mama Bangs could whip up a meal at a moment’s notice. The only thing I can whip up is a slice of toast – and even then, it’s highly likely I’ll have forgotten to buy butter. Grown people have ingredients for things in their house. Every couple of days, if I happen to pass a supermarket, I’ll pick up something for dinner. I try to comfort myself by saying this is a very French way of doing things, but sadly, my way is nowhere near as chic, it’s just sheer disorganisation.


I’d like to think that because I have a pretty good eye for fashion, that would naturally spill over into interior design, but sweet baby Jesus, how do people make decisions about how their entire house is gonna look? Real grown ups seem to have a handle on these things. I can make all the Pinterest boards I want but I’m still a big ball of confusion over how to fuse my minimalist/Moroccan/Tuscan/beach house/far East design ideas and don’t even get me started on colour schemes. And get this guys – there are other shops besides Ikea. I KNOW!


I distinctly remember my dad balancing a cheque book when I was a kid. I don’t even have a cheque book. Am I meant to have one? Should I be balancing it? Who the hell knows? My dad also had an accounts package on his computer – all incoming and outgoing money was logged. I have a bunch of receipts stuffed in my purse – that’s about as far along as I’ve gotten on the budgeting and ‘sorting out my finances’ front. My lack of a clue when it comes to anything financial makes me feel like an extremely fraudulent ‘adult’. What scares me most is there are people my age and younger who have negotiated mortgages and such like. Hats off to you brainiacs.

Fixing Stuff

My mother used to make my clothes – buy patterns, whip me up an outfit in a couple of days. I can just about sew a button on. And it turns out, when something in your house breaks when you’re an adult, your dad doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere with a spanner and sort it out like Superman (well, not if he lives 200 miles away at least). Parents come equipped with this inbuilt knowledge of how to clean stuff and fix things. What do I know how to do? I know how to use the internet to find someone who can do those things for me. I also then know how to stress about paying for it, since, you know, see above points about budgeting.

Is there anything you feel totally unprepared for as an adult?

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