The horrors of being an adult
Hi, my name is Molly and I am technically an adult.
I'm 19 years old and in the eyes of the law, I am fully equipped to drink, smoke (I don't) and do all sorts of adultish tasks. This unfortunately includes laundry, cooking and cleaning. Yay for me.
When I was younger, I couldn't wait to be independent, to be fair, at the time it sounded amazing. No parents telling you what to do, and no restrictions meaning I could have the freedom to do what I want. (Not that I do anything besides watch Netflix and read).
Now, I've been slapped in the face with bills for uni and getting a house for my second year. As well as learning to look after myself. Which, btw, shout out to my mum for teaching me basic life skills so I don't die over eating pasta and drowning in dirty clothes.
To be honest, I often feel like I'm in a transition stage between teenager and adult. Whilst I have responsibilities now that I am living away from home, I'm not completely independent as I still have the incredible support of my family and less bills than the average renter/homeowner. This all without having a full time job, but rather a flexible one with a full-time education.
Oh and remember that feeling, about how you couldn't wait to be 18? Imagine now being 19 and 20 is slowly looming on you. The panic of ageing starts setting in and before you know it you can go from excited for your birthday to dreading it. Don't get me wrong, I will still expect presents, I will just not be mentioning my age anymore. Not that it matters too much for me personally though, I still look 12 and get handed the kids menu in restaurants. (I don't know if this is an insult or not at this point).
What else is scary about being an adult you may ask? THE PHONE CALLS!
I don't know about anyone else but I have terrible anxiety about talking to strangers on the phone and I often think I need to call someone who is an adultier adult than me to come handle the situation. I have no idea what half the stuff they try to say to me is about anyway and they almost can never help me with my problem.
Also, until recently, I was not aware of how much stuff I have to pay for now. I'm 19 and didn't know stuff like, excuse me, a dentist checkup costs £20!!!! I thought it was free with the NHS but I would of course be wrong. (God save my soul... and my teeth) And prescriptions, I went in to get a standard prescription that I've had for years refilled and they ended up asking me for £15 for a regular box of tablets! How was I so unaware of the costs of growing up?
So in conclusion, I had obliviously been living the first 18 years of my life as a free trial run, only to have now entered into a fully paid subscription that I do not want and don't know how to cancel or refund it.
I would say call me with any suggestions of how to stop growing up but, as said before I don't have a great track record with phone calls. Instead, feel free to leave a comment down below or message me over @bookgeekm on instagram