7 Signs You’re Becoming an Adult…
I deeply relate to the lazy pants one.
I will be 30 in less than two weeks.
I disagree with all of these. (Beware as I rattle my old man cane and swear… a lot.)
First off. Fuck credit card debt, and fuck paying for everyone’s dinner. I will take the fuckin time to figure out the check. Thank you. (Also, fuck Kevin and his euros, you are in America motherfucker!)
Secondly, Teens don’t scare me. I see a lot of the stuff that local teens do, and it’s not entirely dissimilar from what I did when I was their age. They just have smart phones.
Thirdly, I do not find banking conversations ‘fascinating.’ They’re just kind of inevitable in this economy.
Fourthly, my ears are not getting more sensitive as I age. Quite the opposite in fact. I actually find bars more tolerable now.
Fifthly, I am not at the point where I don’t give a fuck and tell my employer the truth about not wanting to come in, because I want to keep my fuckin job.
Sixthly, I bought kitchen utensils when I was 20. They aren’t that interesting anymore.
Seventhly, if I could go back to being a teenager with my current knowledge, you’d bet your fucking ass I would. I made so many mistakes that I’d love to correct. I’d love to be in a body that didn’t feel like it was falling apart. (I barely maintain with exercise, something I should have been doing as a teen.) Moreover, I’d love to be in a body that hadn’t been through a couple of painful surgeries that resulted in chronic pain.
Yeah, no, fuck everything about this series of images.
I think the fifth one refers to social gatherings, there’s no indication the ‘ms. lazy pants’ is calling out sick from work.