You know what really grinds my gears? Being an adult. Sure, it has it’s perks like wine and wine again. There’s also self-discovery and getting to an age where other’s opinions just don’t matter as much as they did when you were younger. But for the most part, adulting is about doing a lot of un-fun stuff; like buying a coat. Do you remember being harassed constantly by your mom when you were younger, telling you to get your coat, put on your coat and zip up your coat? I do. And that fact alone is what made me buy a coat before going home for Christmas. I live in Atlanta, where it gets cold for two weeks in January before returning to milder temperatures, which don’t require a coat if you ask me. And for that reason and the fact that my mom won’t see me walking around during the winter without a coat is why I don’t have one. I haven’t had a new coat since college and my parents bought that one.
I’m not in these streets without protection though, I have a cute, light jacket from ASOS that I can wear layers under and be just fine. But like I said, I’ll be at home in five days and can only imagine the disgust on my mom’s face if I get there and not only tell her that I didn’t bring a coat, but don’t own one at all. She would be completely justified in her outrage because my family lives in Maryland and they actually have a real winter. So, against my not-so-better judgement, I bought a coat this morning. This whole thing made me realize I’m not a real adult because only a fake adult would buy a whole coat just to make sure their mom doesn’t fuss at them. A real adult would do what they want, but then again, mama ain’t raise no fool and I want my Christmas to be merry.
Or maybe I am an adult because I was responsible and did something that I didn’t want to do? I’m confused.
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