It seems like the time just flies.. one day the most important thing in your life is who will have the privilege of escorting you to homecoming and then all of the sudden adult life sets in. However gradual, our focus should shift from myspace and house parties to 401(k)'s and Life Insurance Policies. Somehow how this natural process has skipped over the "see me cities." Atlanta, Chicago, DC, New York.. to name a few seem to be full of Toy's R Us Kids who simply refuse to grow up. I recently read a blog a friend of mine wrote where he suggested 30 IS NOT THE NEW 20. People, it's not. I died laughing.. the need for trendiness and the unquenchable desire to be out and about. Growing up is not a death sentence, or the beginning of the end.. it's simply a seasonal shift.
I went to college with so many guys who experienced their peak well ahead of their time. The best years of their life were spend in college, in their early 20's and somehow they've decided they'll never let go. So they're okay being that 32 year old guy hanging out with 18 year olds.. that 40 year old walking around in public in his gold spray painted boots chanting "Que Psi Phi... There is a huge difference in nostalgia and love for ones Alma Mata and trying to hold on to what was. Accepting adulthood is about getting a job. It's about planning for tomorrow, and the next day, and 10 years after that. It's about accepting the monotony of getting up day in and day out, going to a job and doing the same task or function every day for 20 years and being okay with that. Boredom is not an option. Adults don't refer to slacks, hard bottomed shoes, and ties as "church cloths." They're worse things in life then ties. Adults cannot overdraw their checking accounts weekly or spend entire paychecks on jeans and spur of the moment trips to Vegas.
Over the years I've been though of as spoiled by friends and associates because I can call on the aide of my parents when I absolutely need them. Funny that these request are rare. While I'm an adult and have accepted adult life, things happen. I HATE calling them for help. Asking for help is often construed as an admission that I messed up.. that I failed to plan.. and that I haven't arrived. I am so glad that my parents are in a position to help. Realistically they could be calling me asking for money! When I'm a 30 something and a 40 something I want to be in a position to help people and not devoting all of my resources to having, fun and looking fly while looking to others to supplement my income and bail me out of my self inflicted poverty.
I went to college with so many guys who experienced their peak well ahead of their time. The best years of their life were spend in college, in their early 20's and somehow they've decided they'll never let go. So they're okay being that 32 year old guy hanging out with 18 year olds.. that 40 year old walking around in public in his gold spray painted boots chanting "Que Psi Phi... There is a huge difference in nostalgia and love for ones Alma Mata and trying to hold on to what was. Accepting adulthood is about getting a job. It's about planning for tomorrow, and the next day, and 10 years after that. It's about accepting the monotony of getting up day in and day out, going to a job and doing the same task or function every day for 20 years and being okay with that. Boredom is not an option. Adults don't refer to slacks, hard bottomed shoes, and ties as "church cloths." They're worse things in life then ties. Adults cannot overdraw their checking accounts weekly or spend entire paychecks on jeans and spur of the moment trips to Vegas.
Over the years I've been though of as spoiled by friends and associates because I can call on the aide of my parents when I absolutely need them. Funny that these request are rare. While I'm an adult and have accepted adult life, things happen. I HATE calling them for help. Asking for help is often construed as an admission that I messed up.. that I failed to plan.. and that I haven't arrived. I am so glad that my parents are in a position to help. Realistically they could be calling me asking for money! When I'm a 30 something and a 40 something I want to be in a position to help people and not devoting all of my resources to having, fun and looking fly while looking to others to supplement my income and bail me out of my self inflicted poverty.
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