You’re officially an adult when you turn 18, although most of us don’t feel that way. The adult-thing creeps in over the years and before you know it you’re old and wise. ‘Before you know it’ hasn’t arrived yet for me – I’m almost thirty but I still feel like a little girl sometimes. Here’s why!
1. I love Disney movies
And I’m not the only one! I love the nostalgia I feel when watching The Little Mermaid, or Beauty and the Beast and I sing along with every single song. Oh, and I also have all those soundtracks on my IPod! I still feel just as sad when Simba’s dad dies in The Lion King and I laugh just as hard at everything the genie says in Alladin. I especially love watching Disney movies after I’ve had a long or difficult day – it’s the perfect cure. It makes me feel safe and comforted, like when I was a child. Or because I still am :-).
2. I’m attracted to anything sparkly
I have never lost the power to be attracted to anything sparkly, glittery and neon. The uglier, the better. Whenever I go shopping I’m instantly drawn to the brightest colours and the ugliest patterns, I just can’t help myself. Sometimes I look at photos from when I was a child and I can’t believe my mom allowed me to leave the house looking the way I did. I combined yellow with purple, had a bright blue sparkly wallet and a huge dark blue neon backpack. I also had a white sparkly eyeliner phase and shoes that lit up. Although I don’t allow myself to buy that stuff anymore (and neither does my boyfriend) I still have the urge. Secretly I’d love to hang a disco ball in my living room with coloured lights and lava lamps. That’s me!
3. I don’t clean
I don’t only hate cleaning, I hardly ever do it. The only room I clean regularly is the bathroom, because I feel like I have to. As for the other rooms: they don’t get cleaned too often. I HATE cleaning and I also hate that so many people seem to not only enjoy doing it but also know exactly how to do it. I have NO idea what to do! I have never cleaned windows (they look fine to me), have hardly ever dusted anything (except the TV) and only bought a mop earlier this year (and I had to ask the saleswoman if it was, in fact, a mop). I don’t know where I went wrong with this, but I can’t seem to get excited about it. You may think: who does? But people clean all the time and they seem to know how to do it. I don’t and I’d rather not (ever).
4. Adult things scare me
Getting a job, buying a car, a house, getting married, having children… Anything ‘adult’ scares the crap out of me. I know I’m supposed to get excited about this ‘freedom’ I supposedly have, but I’d like to just stay where I am a little bit longer. The thought of planning a wedding, getting a mortgage or even insurance is just scary to me. I only have insurances I am obligated to have, nothing more. And those also scare me a little. I remember when I started to take my first driving lessons – and I cried almost all the way through. Now I was suddenly supposed to drive on my own?! How would I stay alive and not kill other people? Well I got through it, but I’m not sure how. All of the other stuff can wait (for now). It’s all too scary for me.
5. I hate responsibility
I know people say that, that they don’t like having responsibilities, but I HATE it with a passion. I remember when I did my first adult-purchase: a car. And I had to get it registered, insured (obligatory) and I had to rent a parking space in front of my apartment. I remember driving home in my new car for the first time, parking it, going upstairs and not being able to sleep at night because I felt a part of me was now parked in front of my apartment. A part I had to worry about that hadn’t been there before. And I hated it. I hate responsibility, I’m not good with that kind of power. I like my car a whole lot more now that it’s older, dinged up and well-driven. I kind of got used to it. But this is it for now, responsibility-wise. I’m still a little girl inside who wants to watch Disney movies all day in a dirty apartment while eating chips from a bag for dinner. Thank God I grew up a little, at least :-).
PS. I also LOVE the swings… and trampolines and hulahoops!