As I mentioned in my ‘Why I Blog’ post last week, a few years ago, almost all of my friends started having children, and this came as a huge surprise to me, because WHOA, isn’t that, like, something only GROWN UPS should be doing?

And we, of course, were not grown-ups: or, at least, I wasn’t. My friends obviously were, and Terry seems to be too, because he frequently worries about the national debt, and suggests that we buy some plants for that corner of the garden “we’ve” been wondering what to do with. (My suggestion of building a second dressing room was rejected, surprisingly enough…)

Me? I am still very much a child. I’ve been waiting my whole life to start feeling like a “grown up”, but it hasn’t happened yet, and I’m starting to think it never will, and that one day my friends will be talking about their grandchildren, and I’ll be all, “ooh, where did your granddaughter get her shoes? Do you think she would let me borrow them?”

This isn’t a new thing, though. Actually, I’ve always lagged behind in the whole “being a grown-up” thing. Even as a little girl, I didn’t really see the attraction in it. My friends would be all, “I’m NOT six, I’m six AND SEVEN EIGHTHS, thankyouverymuch, which means I’m ALMOST SEVEN, which is totally close to being EIGHT!” and meanwhile I’d just be like, “Yeah, six is fine by me, thanks. Five-and-Thirteen-Months would be better, though.” Why was everyone in such a hurry to be a grown up? I mean, sure, when you were a grown up, you got to eat whatever you wanted (So, chocolate biscuits for breakfast, lunch and dinner, then), but it wasn’t like you got to DO whatever you wanted. In fact, all of the grown-ups I knew had jobs, which seemed really boring, and basically like school, but without the long holidays, and where was the fun in that? Also, grown-ups had to watch the news rather than cartoons, and people gave them CLOTHES for Christmas. CLOTHES. Can you even IMAGINE anything more boring? (Yeah, yeah, all the lols…)

I DID manage to go through most of the big life stages at roughly the same time as everyone else, but I did them in a not-remotely serious way. Like, I went to university, but I studied English Literature: not because I thought it would help me find a career (I couldn’t even imagine having a “career”, and, to be completely honest, I didn’t really bother trying, because surely “careers” were for grown-ups, and, ooh, is that a bag of Haribo mix over there? BRB…), but because I figured it would just be like reading books all the time, and would basically allow me to delay adulthood for another four years. I bought a house, but if I hadn’t had Terry to keep me on the straight and narrow, I’d probably have been tempted to keep living with my parents, and buy a Porsche and a ton of designer shoes, instead. I got married, and the only thing I really cared about was having exactly the right playlist for the party afterwards. (Well, bad music ruins everything, doesn’t it?)

Which brings me to the present: a time when most of my peers are comparing schools, and thinking about changing their pension plans, and I… take photos of my shoes, and post them on the internet.

Here are some other, totally random, things that make me think I am totally not a grown-up:

shoe collection

(I couldn’t think of a way to illustrate this post, although I guess the fact that I arranged my shoes on the floor and took a photo of them DOES help make my point, actually…)

01.

I never have money in the house for unexpected expenses. I actually never have money on me AT ALL: basically, if I can’t buy it with my debit card, I just won’t buy it. This makes things very awkward when the widow cleaner turns up unexpectedly and I have to run and hide in the bedroom rather than telling him that whoops, sorry, I can’t actually pay you!

02.

I would rather hide in the bedroom than tell the window cleaner I don’t have money to pay him.

03.

When I’m out somewhere with my friends and their babies, I always catch myself thinking, “Shouldn’t there be a responsible adult here? Are we even allowed to be in charge of these children?”

04.

When parents tell their children to “watch out for that lady!” I always look over my shoulder to see who the “lady” is, and then am totally shocked to discover the lady is ME.

05.

I have to get my mum round to clean some of the mirrors in my house, because I’m totally incapable of doing it myself. (See also: things you can probably do that I can’t.)

06.

When people ask me if I watched the news last night, I’m all, “Haha, NO: what am I, a GROWN-UP?” Oh. (Also, isn’t that what we have Twitter for? So we know what’s happening in the world?)

07.

I will not go to the garden centre for a nice cup of coffee, and you cannot make me.

08.

I am shocked to my core when people tell me they WERE going to go on holiday this year, but they decided to have the driveway monoblocked instead.

09.

I have never hosted a dinner party, and have absolutely no desire to. I do have a large collection of take-out menus, though: enjoy!

10.

I still feel nervous when I see groups of teenagers or pre-teens coming towards me, because I think they’re going to make fun of my hair/outfit/face/whatever. It has yet to sink in that kids that age see me as ANCIENT (A “lady”!), and therefore invisible/irrelevant.

11.

When I walk into a bar, I panic in case I don’t have my ID on me. I haven’t been asked to show ID since… actually, let’s just move onto the next point…

12.

It still feels funny to me when my nephews and niece call me “Auntie Amber”. Because an “auntie” is a grown-up person, and I am not a… oh.

13.

Almost every day I see a dress, or a pair of shoes or something on the internet, and I’m instantly all, “OMG, SHOOZ! I MUST HAVE THE SHOOZ! GIMME THE SHOOZ!” Surely adults don’t do this? I don’t remember my parents or their friends ever doing stuff like this?

14.

Haribo mix. Give me it.

15.

A lot of my favourite TV shows revolve around the goings-on of a group of high school students. I relate to these people. These people would laugh their asses off at the very idea that they might have ANYTHING in common with someone older than, like 20.

16.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “What if I don’t have dinner tonight, and have an entire chocolate cake instead?”

17.

Sometimes my friends will be telling me about something their child did, and I’ll be all, “Oh yeah, I do that too!” And I do.

Basically, in my mind, I’m still 13 years old, and I feel like I always will be. Does everyone secretly feel like this, I wonder? Not like they’re 13, specifically, but like they’re… well, making it all up as they go along, really? Because I can clearly remember being a child, or a teenager even, looking at people the age I am now and thinking they had everything sussed: they were just so GROWN UP and self-assured, and meanwhile here am I, feeling no different at all.

Seriously: IS it just me?

(Er, going to be pretty awkward if it IS, huh?)

 

51 Comments
    1. I nodded and laughed all the way through this post. Could not relate more! I turn 26 tomorrow and a lot of my friends are getting married and having babies. Meanwhile I am very much making everything up as I go along and only have two cats to be responsible for. I often feel like when the day comes that I get married, I want to feel like a ‘woman’. Surely I am already a woman now?! In my head I’m not! I still feel like a teenager! When my mum was the age I am now, I was already 3 years old. Can I imagine myself looking after a 3 year old human right now? No way! I can barely look after myself and my 3 year old cat! xx

  1. Seriousy, this is like my life (except for the Haribo and the chocolate cake, I’m more of a savory snacker). I do have the house, and the carreer, and the mortgage and the bills and blablabla, but I’m certainly not at the same stage as most of my friends. In my head, 31 is basically the new 21, or maybe the new 17. 🙂

  2. At least you have a husband and are buying your own home. I’m 42, single, childfree, and still renting. I haven’t even owned a car. Not that l’m not happy with my lot.

  3. Um, yes to most of these, (and I’m older than you!)…ack. I always gets so nervous around mobs of teens (we don’t have mobs of teens in America, the herd is thinned out at malls and driving around and whatnot. The U.K. needs to work on this!). Fifty teenagers coming at me makes me pull my hood up and cross the street! I find the Auntie thing weird too, it’s never felt natural. Why can’t they just call me by my first name? There is belt tightening in my house right now and the husband dared to mention our annual Florida holiday not happening and my (internal) instinct was to drop to the floor and throw a screaming hissy fit (but I’m a grown up, I will bide my time and if he mentions it again I will simply hop on the first plane to my Mom’s house in Florida all by myself because I’m a grown up with a passport and everything so I can do what I want!) 😉 Anyway I can relate! And my friends who are Mum’s…I mean, I’m not part of the club, but I’ve had plenty of conversations with them where they’re still the same person I know inside, but the exterior day to day of being a Mum of course forces you to be a grown up in ways I can only imagine. I honestly don’t know how they do it.

  4. In my head I’m 16 or 21 depending on the day. I feel a lot older lately because there’s a new girl in my office who is 19. I used to hate it when my mum would give another adult the “oh bless she thinks she knows what she’s talking about look” (it still happens though but I think that’s because it’s my parents and I’m still their child) but I’ve found myself doing it when she says some things, well all things really 🙂 She makes me feel like an adult. However most of the time I feel too young, too young to have kids, not that I want any anyway. When my little brother had one it was so weird and he was 28!! When my best friend talks about kids it weirds me out too. I’m only just getting over the actual teenagers not noticing me but I think they do anyway, I still wait for the “freak!” but it never comes haha.

  5. I promise you it definitely isn’t just you – this post completely sums up how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s my 30th birthday this year and I just can’t seem to get my head around that concept at all. It doesn’t feel like it should be possible! In my head I’m hovering somewhere around the 20-22 mark and I’m very OK with that. The thought that I might have to actually ‘grow up’ and do certain things because it’s what I SHOULD do terrifies me. And don’t even get me started on how I feel because my friends have started having children…

  6. This is me, I’ve often just thought “Crisp sandwich for dinner, why yes that is an acceptable evening meal!!”

    I have a little boy and often feel like someone is going to come along and say thanks very much for taking such good care of him but it’s time he went back to the grown-ups now.

    And in my head, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (I’m 33 this year). I’m totally winging it every day, everything is made up as I go along.

    I remember adults being really adult-like when I was small, they didn’t seem to have the wobbles about being a grown-up that I have, I can’t imagine my Mam not having a real dinner in the evening and instead having a selection of haribo, crisps & chocolate with tea and classing it as a win because there is minimal clean up afterwards.

    I thought once we bought our house I would feel grown-up but no, even with mopping floors and making dinners on a (kinda) regular basis, I still feel like I’m playing at being a grown-up.

  7. Sorry Amber, but how old are you?

    I feel childish sometimes, but in a different way.

    I’m 21, but I’ve heard all my life that I acted like an older, responsible person. I take everything I do seriously and people take me seriously, I have no problems in school or work, I’ve already lived out of my mom’s house for 3 years and was fully in duty for a house I shared with a bf BUT I keep wondering if there will be a magical day when I’ll wake up and suddenly:

    -I’ll remeber about take off my contacts before sleep.
    -I’ll be able to follow a routine. I can’t even do a skincare routine because I’d rather spend my time reading a blog about a girls who posts pics of her shoes!
    -I’ll host a dinner. This sounds CRAZY to me. I can picture myself raising a kid but hosting a dinner sounds totally adultish lol
    -I’ll be the responsible for taking care of family. Currently my mom dedicates her whole free time to the family (specially the elderly). Everyone rely on her. This sounds terrifying.
    -I’ll stop following astrology blogs
    -I’ll stop being ridiculously addicted to Game of Thrones. People are telling I’m getting annoying because that’s all I can talk about. I cried the last episode seeing a girl wearing a wig flying on a dragon, a thing that doesn’t exist.
    -I’ll stop playing The Sims 2. I’m working on building a village made of elves. You gotta make everyone become a plant sim to that happen.

  8. I’ll let you in on a secret: I am 43, my oldest child is rapidly approaching 20, and I still don’t feel like a responsible adult. And I’m really bloody happy this way too! 😀

  9. My mother says the key to adulthood is to realize that everyone is faking it. Everyone is afraid that someone will figure out that they’re the same person they were when they were 18 and therefore not qualified for all this adulthood nonsense.

    I do #3 and one the babies is mine. That’s so weird. I’m still astonished they just let me leave the hospital with him. It didn’t seem proper. Shouldn’t you have to demonstrate some qualifications before they just let you leave with a tiny human being?

    #8. Oh lord. I did this. We were going to visit my cousin in London but doing a 7.5 hour flight with a toddler seemed like a punishment, not a vacation. So we’re getting the driveway repaved this year and just doing a little weekend trip. Next year, we’ll leave my son with my in-laws and fly to London on our own.

    On #12, my sister is much older than me and I became an aunt when I was 17. I am used to being an aunt but my sister’s children just call me by my first name. My husband’s nieces and nephews call me “Aunt Liz” but they’re form a different part of the US and they pronounce it like I”d say “ant.” It sounds like they are calling me an insect lady.

  10. I’m thirty-three, and yes, all of this – except replace sweets with chips (I think the British call them crisps?). I pay all of my bills but other than that, I can’t believe people have let me out into the great big adult world. Sometimes I have a glass of champagne at one in the afternoon, just because I freaking CAN! No one to tell me not to. I still get a rush after almost nine years of being with my husband that I’m allowed to sleep in the same bed as him, in the same house as him, and we can do whatever we want. I constantly feel like I’m playing house. Is that strange? My mom has told me that she always feels like she’s not a grown-up yet and she’s heading towards seventy, so maybe it’s hereditary.

  11. I have a child and I still feel like this. For instance, we should be leaving to get him to preschool in 10 minutes and he’s still asleep and I’m in my pajamas commenting on blogs. I wonder if this had to do with us being only children and having parents who still “take care of us.” I always relate to how often you go round your parents and that your mom and dad are always helping with something and going on vacation with you. My mom cleans my stove top instead of my mirrors.

    So, you’re not alone. And I used to have pretty serious existential crisis about having to grow up when I was in that child-to-tween stage. I didn’t want to grow up and date and wear makeup.

  12. It’s not just you! I am older than you with kids as well as the house, garden, car, blah blah and I tell you, without Google I would not be keeping up appearances as a functioning adult. I am not even kidding about that. The internet came along at just the right time for me, and forums/blogs etc even more so. Thank you to all those dedicated people out there who demystify things like car maintenance and bathroom cleaning. You didn’t HAVE to video the bleaching of your bath sealant but I am honestly glad you did.

    Many people are faking being grown up, though I don’t think all. Some people seem to always have that inner sense of ‘well this is just how you do things’ and the confidence to get on and do it. Whereas I’ve always had a sense of ‘there seem to be MANY ways to do things, and I’m sure I’m doing it wrong?!’ Although for me getting older has helped with that – I no longer care!

    P.S my first experience of ‘the lady’ was as a Saturday shop-girl. ‘Give the lady the money’. Now that was too young surely?

  13. All. Of. This!

    I still remember the first time a mum said “Watch out for this lady” and it felt like my life was over! I’m not a lady, dammit, I still go to bed with THREE cuddly toys!

  14. Almost everyone I know is streets ahead of me in many respects and I just will never feel grown up enough to take on some of the mundane responsibilities of an adult. I can’t believe people my age are looking at pensions and getting married and everything while I have yet to do many things everyone else has done 10 years ago

  15. YESSS!! I am 36 going on 16, honestly, I get so mad with my mom when she treats me like I’m still a teenager and then I remember that I still behave like a teenager sometimes so it’s no wonder…

    I am not cool with adulting.

  16. You’re clearly not the only one. I have a child too, and he’s getting at that stage where all he wants to do is bicker and I hear myself saying all the things my mother did, but I still can’t help saying them in the tone I used to use when I’d snip the same thinks at my siblings to tease them.

    I used to feel older because I had a child young but now I feel like I stopped aging right then and I’m always a bit shocked when I look in the mirror.

    Mana
    Fashion and Happy Things

  17. I’m still the same worried 12 year old I was at 12, I just have a bigger vocabulary and know how to fill out complex forms. I think our parents (or maybe moreso our grandparents, depending on how hippie your parents got) had a vested interest in looking like they had it all together in very unstable times. (To avoid the twitching net curtains down the street sort of thing.) We, instead, tend to Instagram our epic fails for the laugh. #1, incidentally, doesn’t seem to change regardless of age or level of responsibility–I never have money because I have kids and the world has Coke–it isn’t a cash culture anymore. Your window washer needs to get with the century and buy a card reader for his iPhone.

  18. Being an adult is so overrated. I tried it once, it was the worst 5 minutes of my life, it seemed to last for 30yrs, oh my gosh, it did. What a waste of time that was. Seriously, don’t bother, life was meant to be fun, enjoy it.

  19. Omgosh, so much yes! I’m 33 and a few of my high school friends have children that will be starting HIGH SCHOOL SOON. I have zero kids and feel like I’m not old enough to take care of one. I mean, i eat candy for breakfast too many times to be considered rocking the adult choices.

  20. I think I will refer to myself as a ‘girl’ as opposed to a ‘woman’ until I’m approximately… well… There just surely is no way I can be a woman yet, right? Right?! Surely I’d know if that had happened!

  21. I may have a baby but I relate to ALL of these. Except the mirror cleaning one – somebody recommended eCloths to me recently and they are AMAZING. Suddenly I have sparkly, streak-free mirrors (and I’ve actually been wondering whether to message you and tell you about them but OMG THAT WOULD MAKE ME A GROWN UP). Anyway, they’re available on Amazon.

      1. Aaaand, now I’ve ordered them. The Amazon reviews were just too much for me. It’s wrong how excited I am about this. (Wait… maybe I actually AM an adult after all?!)

  22. YES to a lot of these but especially yes to the one about seeing kids and expecting them to comment/judge you. I always have to catch myself and be like “you’re basically invisible to them”. It’s kind of sad!

  23. Yes to it all!!! When all my friends were in a rush to graduate high school, I was so confused. “Our parents pay for everything now. Cute dresses can’t be bought with broke college kid tuition funds.” Now I’m an elementary teacher and I’m squealing about what they are wearing and asking, “Now WHERE did you get that Hello Kitty tote bag? No, I’m serious. Where?” Sometimes we are both wearing cupcake dresses which ya know, they think is hilarious. I’m not sure what my student’s parents think though…
    I will disagree about one thing though. You are NEVER to old to drool over shoes. My mom is 56 years old and gets just as excited about shoes all the time (I actually sent her some pics of yours shoes to her – right up her alley!) In fact, this happens so often that my dog, Pepper comes running (she loves girl-talk) when she hears the word “shoes.” No lie.
    Obviously, I’m biased but I think the best folks are young souls. Make fashion keeps us young! 😛
    xoxo, Lindsey Dish
    thebeltedpear.blogspot.com

  24. Loved this post so much! I’m alllmosssst 30 (two weeks away, ugh) and I can relate to some points you mention… and it’s very reassuring to see that so many others can, too! Whew, I thought I was the only person in the world who denied aduldhood to enter her life (no, seriously).
    I also keep imagining that my boyfriend and I will still make silly faces in the mirror and play air guitar and scream to Judas Priest in 20 or 30 or 40 years. I’ve never seen an adult do that stuff. Grown ups are calm and boring and control their emotions and they never ever make faces or pull stunts. But we will! Because we’re not grown ups.

  25. Hi, Amber! I totally feel this way and I think that I am older than you! I have never had the desire to have children, as I feel that I am still one myself. When I am out in public and someone calls me ma’am, I am confused. So glad to hear that I am not alone…. Thanks for posting this!

  26. That is exactly why I went to University!!! To read, read more and then read some more!
    And yes, I ticked yes to so many items on your list, although my friends seems as resistant to the reproducing thing as I am so we remain non-grownups together. (Also those gingham shoes are everything I need right now.)

  27. Number 10 is something I get all the damn time.

    In my mind I am still 19, and therefore still capable of doing all of the things I was capable of ten years ago. It never fails to amaze me when my body and mind remind me that no, I am not as young and spry as I was and no longer have access to the seemingly boundless energy that comes with (and is taken for granted by) youth.

  28. I’m 47, but feel closer to 25 than 50. It’s a struggle, feeling younger than you are/not wanting to grow up, but having the pressure to be a responsible adult. I have a 26 year old kid, but I still don’t quite feel grown up. It makes me wonder if my 93 year old grandmother feels the same way? Are there actually people that like being/getting old? They must not have much fun…

  29. Oh yes, me, too!
    I’m still waiting for the day when I feel the need to buy a house or insurances or whatever grown-up people do. Actually the main reason for not having children is that I just don’t feel responsible enough to take care of them. (And I’m 41 now, so I guess that day will never come – not that I’m sad about it…) I still love to get immersed in my favourite TV shows, films, books, … like I did when I was a teenager.
    Okay, I don’t live with my parents anymore, I am in a long-term live-together relationship, and I have a steady job, but I mainly see these as beneficial in terms of “Yay, nobody can tell me when to be home, to get my head out of the clouds, and on what to spend the money I earn – oh, wow, new Star Wars/Minions/Firefly merchandise!”
    By the way: I remember that on my uncle’s 60th birthday (I was 26 then) I gravitated more towards the present children (6-10), thinking “That’s the crowd where I belong” than toward all the adults (including my cousins who are only a few years older than me). Is that weird?
    And in a way it still hasn’t changed much…

  30. Ha I love it! I’m the girl that watches kids tv shows, plays disney princess at birthday parties and has a collection of dolls and toys. I mean I have a real job, my husband and I just bought a house but I’m going to a waterpark in a day…I mean I have some adult traits…but I’m still a kid at heart, and isn’t that better than anything else.

  31. I can relate SO much to this. I’ll be turning 26 this year and though I’m married and sort of “settled down”, I still feel so much like I’m a confused teenager suddenly living an adult life. It makes me panic sometimes, actually, because I feel like time is going by way too fast.
    “I still feel nervous when I see groups of teenagers or pre-teens coming towards me, because I think they’re going to make fun of my hair/outfit/face/whatever. It has yet to sink in that kids that age see me as ANCIENT (A “lady”!), and therefore invisible/irrelevant.” I”m so glad I’m not the only one like that!!!

  32. Number 10 – As a teen, I love your sense of style. If you were to walk me by the mall I would definitely admire your outfit <3 P.S. You are by no means ancient!
    Number 16 – I totally agree with you, I think that dessert (aka gelato) is a perfectly reasonable substitute for dinner.

  33. It is absolutely not just you. I read this whole thing going “Yep, yep, yep, yep.”

    I don’t feel like an adult at all. In my head I’m still 14 years old, and I’m feeling really old at the moment as I’m discovering so many of the albums I love are now 10 years old.

    I’m definitely scared of “youths”, if something breaks I have no idea how to fix it, I still ask my Mum far too many questions I should know the answer to, and I’m quite happy living at home still.

  34. Ha! Three children later and I still wonder what I’m going to be “when I grow up”. I keep clinging to the hope that “fake it ’till you make it” will one day bring me to the point where I can actually make it through the week without ordering takeout because I didn’t do the grocery shopping/feel like cooking dinner/forgot to cook dinner/kitchen was too messy to cook dinner…. 😛

    xox,
    bonita of Lavender & Twill

  35. Saw a meme recently:
    “I’m at that awkward stage where half of my friend are getting married and having children, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.”
    And that sums it up. Some of my friends are parents with mortgages, me, I just bought Charlotte Olympia and Delpozo shoes in the Net-A-Porter sale and painted my toenails in multi-colour glitter last night rather than clean the dirty mirror in my bedroom.

  36. Totally relate to this post, I’m always bragging to people around me when I do something “like a real proper grown up” and completely overlooking that I’m definitely classified as an adult. I make this comment so much that my blog is called “The Real Proper Grown-Up Project”. (I’m just mentioning it because it seems very relevant, I hope that doesn’t seem like one of those annoying ploys to beg people to “check out my blog”, no one needs to do that).
    I especially relate to the point about being anxious about gangs of youths – I will cross the street and walk a block out of my way to avoid packs of teenagers I’m so sure they will judge me, when actually they won’t even notice me.
    Just in case it makes you feel better, I couldn’t be bothered cooking dinner tonight, or doing the dishes needed to be able to boil some pasta, so I read this post while eating two carrots and an ice cream instead.

  37. I loved your post and laughed about the shoe quote- I love Michael McIntyre!
    I’m 23 and I still live at home. Don’t get me wrong, I have lived away from home before, but I wonder if/ when I will ever get a “proper career.” I’m currently working as a carer, but it’s my dream to be a published author one day (I’m self-published on Amazon so far!)
    ~Growing up is SCARY!
    *Screams*

  38. I don’t normally comment but I had to with this – I am the exact opposite (and now I feel like the freak haha) I couldn’t wait to grow up and move out and it frustrated me when my mother put boundaries up when I was sensible enough to make my own decisions. Of course this spurred on a rebellion, I spent my teenage years with a giant pink bow in my hair, soft doll like make up and clothes covered in safety pins. Then I met my other half at 18, moved into his house and took on half a mortgage at 18, and had our daughter at 19. I hated olives but forced myself to eat them because I wanted to be cultured and an adult and now I absolutely love them – I can eat punnets. Same with red wine, same with avocados, same with kale. My all time favourite breakfast is smoked salmon, avocado and cream cheese on toast with black pepper and rocket. Although that is a treat because I cannot afford smoked salmon every week haha. My last night out with the girls was a ballet at the hippodrome with prosecco followed by cocktails in a hotel on the harbourside. I love reading about nutrition and I love being a parent, and I love the picture of Dorian grey by Oscar Wilde. At weekends we travel to national trust sites or local ancient earthworks – even with our three year old. Yep I’m only 22. I love being an adult. On the other hand I love Disney, i love Disney world my honeymoon is going to be two weeks at port Orleans with my daughter and a dining package and I’m getting married on Mickey Mouse’s birthday – maybe I’m not so grown up after all…. O.O

  39. It’s good to know that I am not the only person in this world who refused to grow up… I am 35 and feel like 23 -it maybe helps that I literally look like 23 too – I love being an adult but I don’t want to settle down and have a steady life with husband and kids and grow old

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