Meredith Grey might have donned her life’s hat on backwards, but she definitely managed to capture an entire generation’s imagination in this one line.
It’s not ha-ha funny, but funny nevertheless because we technically turned into adults at the age of 18. But the brutal impact of it didn’t really hit you until almost a decade later. Because you see, while you’re suddenly grown up enough to have a driver’s license and to decide the fate of this country and what not, life’s overbearing lessons haven’t quite rained down on you just yet. (Maybe that’s what the much-older drinking age-limit is about, you know?).
While you grow up hearing and thinking ‘I’m going to do this once I grow up’, you never really are grown up enough to do most of those things. Here are a few examples of all the blatant lies you’ve been fed about adulthood, revealing the layer of truth underneath, albeit a little late.
Party all you want, when you’re older.
Reality: You have zero amount of energy to party, when you’re older.
You can get a dog when you’re living on your own.
Reality: Sure, I can barely manage living by myself! I’m sure I can be completely trusted with a sweet little creature. More so, considering the last bamboo plant I tried to nurture, didn’t really make it.
Make your life’s decisions on our own, once you’re grown up.
Reality: Yes I can. And no, I don’t always want to. Will you please go ahead and figure out how and when to renew my passport for me, please? Pretty please?
Sure, I love the idea of being an adult and being in control of my life. But on some days, just some days, I want to run home, hand over the reins of my life to my parents, and let them take care of things. I don’t want to fire the maid (while she abuses me in Marathi and I stare at her blankly). I don’t want to go grocery shopping (Kanda kaisa diya?). I don’t want to act as a shift coordinator between the plumber and the designated AC repair guy. And after the Mumbai monsoon is done charming me with its picture-perfect canvas, I really don’t want to sort through my wardrobe, looking for but praying against fungus!
I don’t always want to be an adult. I don’t always want to be in control of my life, of my decisions, of the underlying consequences. When something goes wrong at work, wouldn’t it be just dandy to call your parents and ask them to talk to your boss and sort things out? It’s a lot easier to sit back and let someone else decide, and be responsible for you.
Sometimes, not always. Until the next Sale season arrives, perhaps. Because come what may, I do enjoy being in charge of my credit cards!
P.S. I know I sound girly and irresponsible (those are two different words, people!). But what the heck – exhaustion makes you do crazy things, right?