So, you could say I’m a fairly new adult. I mean, legally it could be said that I’ve been adulting for (breaks out the fingers and mutters under breath for how many years it’s actually been now) five years. It’s been five years. Phew.
But apparently, even that’s not nearly long enough for myself and a few anonymous others in my life that I so dearly love (ahem… my boyfriend… being even worse than I am, and he’s older) for us to get our shit together. So I feel that to become functioning American citizens we deserve some kind of re-training on how to get our shit together in hopes that someday we won’t become hopelessly homeless (why did that remind me of that song from Grease? I’m literally picturing Sandy in her cute little ponytail and poodle skirt singing to John Travolta in a cardboard box…)
I’ll give you a prime example of this concept of “getting our shit together” and how it’s failing.
About a month ago (or it could be longer than that, who knows. I’m clueless.) my dear boyfriend proposed that we, as a couple of two years, take our first road trip together; set for this current upcoming weekend. So I tried taking off work, but took off the wrong days, got it fixed, tried making two sets of plans, both imperfect, and we have no idea whose car we are taking, how much money we need, or where we are even gonna stay.
Like I said, we’re a shit show.
But I mean, we are still young and in love, right? Maybe a little spontaneity will be good for the both of us. Maybe it will be the best road trip I’ve ever been on, and there’s been quite a few in my time.
So, I’ve told myself that I’m going to cast aside my semi-neurotic ways and for once, just wing it. I’m not gonna worry about making my appointment for my doctor all by myself, or how clean my kitchen is before I go, or even if I have enough shirts for the road trip. I’m just going to try to relax and if it happens it happens.
And I definitely WILL NOT think about the possibility of meeting a serial killer hitchhiker determined to see both of us dead off of the side of the road. Nope. Not even gonna think of that, at all. -Dee