Grin and bear it.
Fake it ‘til you make it.
Don’t worry, be happy.
Lately, I’ve been muttering these idioms to myself over and over again. They aren’t new phrases—I’ve heard them before—but something about my life recently has brought back these words in full swing. Which, to be honest, I completely hate. There’s something to be said about not showing all of your emotions on your sleeve, but to act out a life that you don’t feel is truly yours is unhealthy and unproductive.
And yet, here I am.
Is it just me, or are these phrases particularly true for the twentysomethings of the world? I don’t even think I knew what those phrases meant until I was in my twenties! And how sad is it that they even exist? I wish we could just say what we are feeling, act as we wish (within reason) without the consequences that come with being an adult.
Not entirely coincidentally, I think I’ve said, “I hate being an adult!!!” more times this week than I have in my entire adult life combined.
Here are twentysomething things I have been feeling particularly grouchy about as a twentysomething, grinning and bearing it, faking it until I make it:
- My bank account
- No matter how many days I work and how much money I save, I always end up at Target spending $40 for no apparent reason.
- People in general
- You feel me on this one, right?
- My weekends
- i.e. sitting alone at Starbucks all night Friday, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday.
- My job
- Yup, even this lately. I refuse to believe that part of being an adult means accepting that your job is “just a job.” I will continue to search for something I truly am passionate about.
- My hobbies
- Hobbies cost money, in case you didn’t know. So if I want to start taking Italian lessons, learn to play the cello, or even pick up knitting again, all of those things cost money (please refer to #1).
- I’ve resorted to opening a can of black beans and a can of corn and throwing it onto some tortilla chips for a homemade Mexican meal.
- Going to the gym
- I just don’t want to.
- Again?! How many pairs of underwear do I need to buy to avoid doing laundry forever?
- Cleaning my apartment
- I’m not that dirty…and yet, no matter how hard I try, there is always some sort of cleaning to be done.
- Eating past reasonable hours
- Two nights ago, I couldn’t sleep at all and ended up making myself a bowl of pasta and 4:30 in the morning. It was not okay.
- The weather
- Is it summer? Is it winter? I wish it would make up its mind.
- 85% of my time is spent wearing tucked in button-down shirts. Remember the days of t-shirts or hoodies and ripped jeans?
- What I want to do vs. what I actually do
- If possible, I’d just work at Starbucks for the rest of my life. Yes, that would make me happy. But is that what I’m doing? No.
- Lack of social circle
- A broken record on this one. It’s hard to make friends in a new place!
- Long-distance friendships
- …which are even harder to maintain. And in addition to sounding like a chore, I genuinely miss my friends.
- Lack of significant person
- I hadn’t thought much about this one at all until I realized, last night, that I haven’t even had a romantic interest since my last boyfriend. Where are all the people at?!
- Traveling to see family
- My sister is a senior this year. Prom, graduation, graduation party. And as much as I love seeing the family, driving five hours one way to see them is really starting to feel like a lot.
- Since when am I responsible during the summer? I thought summer was for fun and playtime and enjoyment and endless ice cream cones. Nope. Adulthood has got you fooled.
- When you’re an adult, sometimes you really just don’t have a choice. No matter how much you kick and scream and don’t want to.
- The past
- Plagued by the What Ifs?
- The present
- Plagued by the What Now?
- The future
- Plagued by the What Nexts?
- This blog post
- A whiny compilation of twentysomething things that I’ve been annoyed about that come with being an adult, therefore forcing me to do nothing but grin. And bear it.
Welcome to adulthood.