Underserved adulthood, Will Smith, cookies, and quantum physics.
I'm starting this post off with this, a strip from my favorite comic XKCD, because it pretty much sums up how I feel:
My roommate and I got on a serious Independence Day "kick" for a few months, back when we first moved in to our new place. You know, the 1996 movie staring Will Smith and involving hostile aliens trying to wipe out mankind from the face of the planet? But thanks to Jeff Goldblum's virus-making skills, and apparently Mac-compatable alien technology, the day is saved. Independence Day isn't exactly a bad movie, on the contrary its overwhelmingly enjoyable, but it really had nothing to do with an actual pathological need to watch it, it was just a choice we made. After a while it sort of just became this thing we did.
"I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight and watch Independence Day. You know, same-old, same-old."
Of course there were days when we didn't watch it at all; days when neither of us were home, we had guests, or were just busy doing or watching something else. But there were also days we'd watch it more than once, when we would be like children at the end of the amusement park ride, jumping up and down shouting "again! again!" (And since, as adults, we make the rules now: we would). Taking all of this into consideration, I can say with some degree of confidence that during this period we watched Independence Day anywhere from 50-80 times.
At my age my parents already had two kids, a house, and were running their own small business. I, on the other hand, had cookies for dinner last night....
My life is filled with choices right now. Yes, I'm currently in school, but I could leave it all tomorrow, couldn't I? I could go to Peru and take up weaving. I could sell everything I own, quit my job, and move to Europe. I could buy a puppy. Or I could choose to spend my entire day laying around in my pajamas, drinking wine, and reading books on quantum physics. (NOTE: my mind was so blown at one point by quantum entanglement that I got up and started pacing around frantically). Or...I could go on a several month long movie bender with my roommate, and watch a movie more times than any human being should. All because I'm an adult, and as adults we are given some sort of power over our lives. But sometimes that terrifies me.
"With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility."
And I'm trying, I really am, to become more responsible. To not make cookies and bleach my hair at 3am, but it feels like a losing battle. Is it ok if this is just what being an adult is for me?
My roommate and I got on a serious Independence Day "kick" for a few months, back when we first moved in to our new place. You know, the 1996 movie staring Will Smith and involving hostile aliens trying to wipe out mankind from the face of the planet? But thanks to Jeff Goldblum's virus-making skills, and apparently Mac-compatable alien technology, the day is saved. Independence Day isn't exactly a bad movie, on the contrary its overwhelmingly enjoyable, but it really had nothing to do with an actual pathological need to watch it, it was just a choice we made. After a while it sort of just became this thing we did.
"I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight and watch Independence Day. You know, same-old, same-old."
Of course there were days when we didn't watch it at all; days when neither of us were home, we had guests, or were just busy doing or watching something else. But there were also days we'd watch it more than once, when we would be like children at the end of the amusement park ride, jumping up and down shouting "again! again!" (And since, as adults, we make the rules now: we would). Taking all of this into consideration, I can say with some degree of confidence that during this period we watched Independence Day anywhere from 50-80 times.
At my age my parents already had two kids, a house, and were running their own small business. I, on the other hand, had cookies for dinner last night....
My life is filled with choices right now. Yes, I'm currently in school, but I could leave it all tomorrow, couldn't I? I could go to Peru and take up weaving. I could sell everything I own, quit my job, and move to Europe. I could buy a puppy. Or I could choose to spend my entire day laying around in my pajamas, drinking wine, and reading books on quantum physics. (NOTE: my mind was so blown at one point by quantum entanglement that I got up and started pacing around frantically). Or...I could go on a several month long movie bender with my roommate, and watch a movie more times than any human being should. All because I'm an adult, and as adults we are given some sort of power over our lives. But sometimes that terrifies me.
"With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility."
And I'm trying, I really am, to become more responsible. To not make cookies and bleach my hair at 3am, but it feels like a losing battle. Is it ok if this is just what being an adult is for me?