While getting some work done this morning, I decided to put on an old favorite flick of mine for some back ground noise, “My Best Friend’s Wedding”.
I love this movie. It’s charming, set in my favorite city, and hilarious.
This movie came out when I was in middle school, and I remember thinking about how Julia Roberts and Dermot Mulroney just had it together. They are on the verge of turning 28 and they just seemed to be so adult!
Julia has a great job as a food writer, lives in Manhattan, and alas, is not married 3 weeks before her 28th birthday. 28 seemed so adult to me! A great point to have your life together, career set (I was never focused on needing to be married yet, that has never phased me), but man, 28! So far off at the time, and I don’t want to call it “old”, because I never thought of it like that, but again, just so “adult”.
Yet here I am, 3 months away from my 29th birthday, feeling so not adult. I realize that adult is completely a frame of mind, but it is just funny to me to think of how the perception of age changes as we get older.
I don’t think most people ever think of themselves as adults. We are just a bunch of 14-year-olds with car keys and checking accounts.
As a kid, a teen, even in my early twenties I kept expecting there to be a birthday when I finally felt like an adult. 18? Legally an adult and can purchase porn, lottery tickets and tobacco. 21? Can legally drink. 23? Just seemed like a good number to me for adulthood to begin. 25? Can rent a car. 27 for sure would be adulthood.
But no, here I am, almost 29, and fairly content with the fact that no matter what kind of car I have, where my career is at, or what my level of responsibility is, I will never have the “adult” mind frame.
In my eyes, the best adults never do.