So you turned sixteen and thought you were grown but at the time your parents didn’t take you seriously. Neither did anyone else, as it happened so you bided your time and waited for your eighteenth birthday, then your twenty-first and you thought you’d arrived. sadly, you hadn’t. It wasn’t until you went out on your own and dis
As the adage goes, it doesn’t take a lot to sire a child but it does take a lot to be a father (or something like that). Conversely, it doesn’t take a whole lot to grow up but it does take a lot to be an adult and now that you’ve arrived at the wonderful stage of adulting you wonder why it was that you were in such a hurry to grow up and you feel cheated out of your youth. Don’t worry, you’re not alone and while it may seem that way there are thousands of other twenty-somethings going through the same torture as you are. What torture, you ask. Well, keep reading to find out.
When you were five years old and still going to pre-school, you didn’t understand what all the craze around public holidays (or any other kind of holidays) was. You rose before the alarm, made a whole lot of noise for your parents and because preschool was just as exciting as staying at home and playing with your siblings, you had a profound love for weekdays.
Nowadays, things have changed, you get excited about Independence Day, May Day, Easter and all the rest of them. This is not because you want to go kumusha and plant maize like your parents or even go to the movies like you would have done back when you were in high school and still a cool kid. No. You just want a chance to lie in for an hour, catch up on some ironing and maybe even watch the news. In short, you’ve turned into your mother.
You’re Attracted to Different Kinds of Men
When you were in high school, you had a crush on a guy named Jason. He played rugby, had a cool accent (this was before woke was in) and released a mixtape ever few weeks. He was light skinned (again, this was before Generation Woke) and looked like Boris Kodjoe. You liked this guy for his swag.
Nowadays, you have a different sort of crush. He wears a suit and is gainfully employed. Whilst the phrase “gainfully employed” doesn’t sound remotely attractive, you’ve reached that age where all your friends are married, engaged or even getting divorced. Jason is still too cool for school and whilst you think he’s still handsome, you’re now old enough to know that Looks and Potential don’t pay any bills.
Back when you were six years old and still a spoilt brat, you believed that your parents had money. Lots of it. You hadn’t studied finance, commerce or economics yet and so you genuinely believed that your parents were being unbelievable cruel whenever you went to OK to do shopping and you cried, howled and wept for sweets and chocolates whilst your mother shook her head and muttered something like, “handina mari.” If she didn’t have money, then what was she using to buy the mielie meal and the cooking oil?
As you grew older this fight turned into something different, your parents would bargain with roadside vendors and boutique owners for bargains on just about everything. At this stage, you were sixteen and embarrassed. Why couldn’t they just be like other folks and shop at Bon Marche and actually buy things for the correct price? Why did they insist on telling everyone that they were broke? Did they not know that it killed what little swag you had?
Now that you have an eight to five and earn your own coins, you fully understand the struggle. Not only have you adopted the same bargaining tactics that you were ashamed of in your high school days, you’ve even created strategies of your own because now you appreciate the value of words like salary bonus and overtime.
And that’s it, kids! If you were nodding your head furiously as you read this then chances are, you’ve become an adult. Be a great sport by sharing your own #adulting struggles in the comment section or sharing this post with your friends.